“It kills you slowly, this city, but in moments of fervor and loneliness you are willing witness, accomplice, and murderer, watching yourself age in the over-lit bathroom mirror, seeing how you grow squinty, wrinkled, and gray.” ~ Laura Jean Moore
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First Love
by Susan Woodring I experienced my very first romantic relationship when I was in the first grade. We were at the swings when it was
Lessons by Joe Mills
For a brief time in my life, once a week I would go to a run-down building and meet a woman in a small back
Swimming Alone
by Sheryl Monks In her eloquent memoir Swimming Lessons: Life Lessons from the Pool, my mentor Penelope Niven speaks to me anew. Though she passed away
On the Creative Spark
by Corey Mesler I have been asked, from time to time, to say a little something about creativity, or more specifically, how I create as
Faith by Laura Jean Moore
“I grew up in the doctrinal Wesleyan tradition of discipleship and lemonade on the lawn, harmonized hymns and church camp in the mountains, singing beneath the wooden rafters of a chapel surrounded by hardwoods with the rushing waters of a goldminer’s creek not far behind. But I rejected these comforts because in my waxing adolescence I divined that my hungry sexuality was not welcome, and my outspoken questions unwanted.” ~ Laura Jean Moore
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