Sacred Cake by Jennifer Valentine-Morford

I heard a voice arise behind me as the kids excitedly funneledinto the classroom. My second year as a substitute teacher. It was achild from a middle school art class that I taught the previous season. I recall that we were listening to music as the...

Being a thrift store junkie from my teenage years, I would often pass by the vast array of ceramic angels on the shelves. Their wings outstretched, beckoning me to look closer. I would wonder why people collected such things.
Then there are the songs about angels. The one in my recent memory being in one of my favorite movies, “Pay it Forward”...

Just now, I heard the familiar sound of Trumpeter swans and looked to the window to see them through the skeleton arms of neighboring trees. l could see the black lines of their feet, and the scalloped outline of their flight feathers. The expanse of...

I cried myself to sleep last night because I’ll miss Nick Karasch, my sweet friend, my fellow insomniac, who kept me company online in the wee hours between dusk and dawn when no one else was awake. And last night as I lay in bed I felt his presence...