Singing Grass

by Edith Clark Wheeling, Illinois 1941 A LONE FIGURE WALKED across the farmyard lawn, the late afternoon sun casting his shadow behind him in sharp, angular detail. He gazed about his property with the appraising eyes of a farmer, though anyone Read More …

All For the Best

by Danielle Hauck “Emmalyn, are you coming?” the girl giggled, strawberry blonde pigtails bouncing with each step. A bright smile stretched across her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes. She threw her pale, freckled arms into the air, spinning. Read More …