The Old Woman
A woman passes through each season of life Once, there was a little girl with two pigtails. She was a joy to all those around her and was constantly happy. Her backpack was a bright...
Issue: <span>February 2020</span>
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A woman passes through each season of life
Once, there was a little girl with two pigtails. She was a joy to all those around her and was constantly happy. Her backpack was a bright red, and her shoes were a colorful pink. Her small feet carried her across a new street, and she skipped and skipped her way toward a woman who wore a placid face and held a silence that even the innocent little girl ...
The water ripples,
The nightingale sings,
The leaves swish in the wind.
The night can be so loud.
An unexpected illness changes a boy’s life
“Sit down,” my mom said with a smile. “Let me tell you the story of when God came through for you.”
It all started when I was a little baby. My mom saw something particularly important on the right side of my head. A bump? That’s strange, my mom thought, but she had no choice but to forget about it for the time being.
Left alone after her best friend moves away, the narrator struggles with loneliness
Just a day ago, I saw my best friend, Yaëlle. But as my eager eight-year-old eyes scanned the crowded recess yard, there was no sign of her. My heart dropped as I remembered she had moved to her hometown in Switzerland.
Jeremy finds a magic pen that will help him fight his school’s bullies
Jeremy was a dreamer who constantly hoped for an adventurous life, full of supernatural encounters. Like most boys at his age, Jeremy also wished for superpowers and extraordinary adventures. But despite excellent grades and various school achievements, Jeremy was constantly miserable because he was a victim of bullying.
What a little angel she is
Whisper the Jewish Sunday-school ladies behind gloved hands
As I flounce down the hall
All dressed up in my blue silk party dress, the one with the frills on the bottom
Another gift from Daddy’s friends in Chicago
A special dress for a special girl like you
My proud parents beam with pride when I stand behind the microphone in the school auditorium:
Oh, say can ...
Beverly, abandoned by both her parents as a baby, at 13 befriends a raccoon named Bandit and sets out to find her father
I was born in 1950 and a few hours after I was born, my mom died—or so I was told. We were in Ketchum, Idaho. My name is Beverly Henderson. I am part Irish and the rest of me is all American. My father was disappointed when I was born because he wanted a boy.