What an Australian Bushfire Taught Me About Faith

By Madeline Twooney When l was six years old, l experienced my first bushfire. I grew up in Victoria, Australia, in a set of low rural mountain ranges called the Dandenongs about 35km east of Melbourne. That summer had been a real scorcher, with little rainfall and strong winds. The majestic eucalyptus gums that surrounded […]

A Great Variety of Black Hair Journeys

By Patrice Gopo | Instagram : @patricegopo | Twitter: @patricegopo The process takes hours, but in the beginning my daughter sits in the office chair, and I stand behind her. Next to us is a wooden tray table with a towel spread over top. We populate the tray table with the implements and tools we need. A […]

Transitions are Storytellers

The summer I turned five, my parents emptied our home into brown boxes and scattered loose items throughout our garage and driveway for a summer garage sale. Strangers pulled up and parked around our cul-de-sac in small clusters and made their way in and out of our garage in waves. I watched them browse and […]

An Ocean Loud Enough to Hold My Grief

I had saved my pennies for months. I said no to as many coffees as I could and finally boarded the plane to the Pacific Northwest. To Portland. To my baby sister. She was holding space for me to grieve. I needed space to heal. I needed to feel the oxygen from the trees release […]

For the Storyholders

I sit across from a woman I have just met. Several of us have gathered in a coffee shop on the other side of the country, all attendees of a large writing conference. A few have known each other for years. But others are connecting for the first time. It’s a little odd meeting people […]