Not Your Table

By Melody Moore I am incredibly blessed. In this particular case, I’m talking about my job. I’m a high school special education teacher in a medium-sized town in Indiana.  I love the kids. I love my job.  And I have some awesome coworkers.  But it doesn’t...

A Place of Honor

By Rhonda Stinson “I am not doing very good,” said Nina, one of my ESL (English as a Second Language) students. “Learning takes time, Nina,” I encouraged. Hang in there, and I assure you, you will make progress.” Frustration was written...

Aging Gracefully

By RaeLynn DeAngelis As I peered into the free-standing mirror to apply makeup one morning, I noticed a few new wrinkles and age spots had appeared. A reminder that I’m not as young as I used to be. A few minutes later while drying my hair, I couldn’t help...

Out of the Wreckage

By Rhonda Stinson It was a sunny afternoon. I stood beside the beach umbrella breathing in warm air and gazing atwaves that seemed to flow out of the sky. My mom and I began to pack up our gear when I stopped her and said, “Stand still and look out at this...

Identity Crisis

By Rhonda Stinson Becca E. Dougherty was born in 1864 in Ohio. She had at least 1 daughter with Joseph Mitchell. She died in Adams, Ohio at the age of 17. Her daughter’s name was Electa “Lefty” Mitchell.  We had always wanted to know why...