Monthly Archives: July 2020
by Katie Ulrich | Jul 31, 2020 |
Everyone who gets on is headed their own way—school, work, church, shopping, home—but for a brief moment, the barreling bus brings us all together.
by Emily Armstrong | Jul 30, 2020 |
There are several “worst parts” about driving across the country.
by Jon Gorter | Jul 28, 2020 |
As evening settles in, the flickering light of the fire illuminates the faces of family and friends gathered around, eager to hear another story from the family elders.
by Brad Zwiers | Jul 27, 2020 |
Then, at some point in our spin last night, we caught our collective breath.
by Annaka Koster | Jul 26, 2020 |
The scene, at first, is more akin to Jaws than Blue Planet—a silent silhouette from out of the hazy depths.
by Katie Van Zanen | Jul 25, 2020 |
The very hard thing I am learning right now—about race, and about myself—is that the rules I have been living by are not very good ones.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Jul 24, 2020 |
Yesterday, as I was beginning to write this, a fly filled the room.
by Alex Westenbroek | Jul 23, 2020 |
Technically my third home, but my memories begin here.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Jul 21, 2020 |
The episodes are short stories, and, like short stories, they have the boldness to be small, specific, uncomfortable, or shamelessly tender.
by Gabe Gunnink | Jul 20, 2020 |
But I will often retrace the roads and words I’ve taken and exhale, exultant.
by Mary Margaret Healy | Jul 19, 2020 |
When I got lonely, I would express that feeling by writing about geography, current events, and my personal life, outlining the ways those forces contributed to that loneliness.
by Ben DeVries | Jul 18, 2020 |
Remember when Grandma, a model of self-restraint, shrieked so loudly you could hear her from across the lake?
by Laura Sheppard Song | Jul 17, 2020 |
The laughter flowed freely, as if the devastation of the last few days had dammed it up until it burst from us all at once.
by Kyric Koning | Jul 16, 2020 |
Kindle patience within when the spark of impulse bursts upon me.
by Courtney Zonnefeld | Jul 15, 2020 |
Like most people around the world, I have not attended a live performance in months.
by Tori Richardson | Jul 14, 2020 |
Looking around the space, a constellation of memories appear.
by Olivia Harre | Jul 13, 2020 |
The men greeted one group member by erupting “Herman the German!” when he walked in the door.
by Abby Zwart | Jul 12, 2020 |
To be sure, I found several things that made me cringe. But I also found a lot of things to love.
by Matt Cambridge | Jul 11, 2020 |
You became a toddler during the pandemic.
by Jordan Petersen Kamp | Jul 10, 2020 |
For years I had found my most vivid and intimate joy through sound.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jul 9, 2020 |
I did not need thyme. Or brown sugar. Or the lime.
by Josh Parks | Jul 8, 2020 |
For those of us who have never been on the blunt end of sexism (or racism, or ableism, etc.), things can look funny or tragic or intriguingly disgusting when they are actually evil.
by Caroline (Higgins) Nyczak | Jul 7, 2020 |
Seven years later, I am now in Grand Rapids again, which is a kind of beautiful, full-circle moment.
by Josh deLacy | Jul 6, 2020 |
For the novel to improve, for ink-and-paper storytelling to stay relevant, for literature to tell today’s stories to today’s audience, it must learn from the work of screenwriters
by Alex Johnson | Jul 5, 2020 |
The house is, by nature, transient.
by Comfort Sampong | Jul 4, 2020 |
But now, in the morning as I dress, I am enthralled by all the stories I carry on me and within me.
by Ansley Kelly | Jul 3, 2020 |
And yet, even there, in that peaceful place, my brow furrowed with unrest.
by Cotter Koopman | Jul 2, 2020 |
Under the Madison Street bridge, the tree that grows sideways suddenly popped flowers that smelled like corn tortillas.
by Katerina Parsons | Jul 1, 2020 |
I am from this place as much as I am from anywhere, and it’s this recognition that helps me know that I can feel this way again.
