The Eye of the Storm
The black flies buzzed thickly around him as Nickolai grimaced and reached down. His legs were numb again. Massaging his feet, calves and thighs, he …
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Eyes On The Skies!
The azure sky turned shades of orange, pink and red, streaked with more blue and finally purple. My legs rhythmically pounded the pavement as I …
On Growing Up, More Human
“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a(n adult) …
Standing on the Shoulders of Peaceful Giants
Whenever I meet someone new, a question I like to ask is, “What kind of music do you like?” I like finding new music to …
A Different Sculpture Garden
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice. —Martin Luther King, Jr. I look at my class, expecting affirmation, recognition—something. …