Finding Your Own Voice in Writing

Note: after you read this story, click here to watch a video of John Skydiving! “Simon! Hoser! What's up?” With a grin on my face, I...

“I have my binoculars handy, and I’ll keep an eye on you as I putter in the yard,” Dad said, his eyes bright, as he saw me off from the...

Scrunching my eyelids, I tried to block out the scorching sun beating down on me, blistering my pale skin. The sound of roaring water...

Finished with my snack of warm, homemade bread with butter and honey, I glanced at my two-year-old brother, Kenny, a year younger than...

Streaks of yellow, orange and red shimmer in the sunlight, ricocheting off the pools of slow-moving water. Her hand reaches down,...

My cell phone rings, announcing that John Baumgart, my brother, is calling. It’s six a.m. here, and I answer “Hi” with a froggy voice....

Amelia stood in front of her grandpa’s private library, clutching the crumpled letter. His lawyer had given it to her on her eighteenth...

I’m feeling cozy in bed this morning. I know it’s early and I promised myself I would get out in my kayak today. My husband and I even...

*Content Warning: this piece contains strong language. All opinions, language, or reflections are those of the author and do not...

The sun peeped through the curtain as Lizzie stretched in her small bed, her kitty snuggled close to her, purring softly. Lizzie reached...

High school geography was probably the last time I heard of the little country of Bangladesh before I met Arman. Enticed by instate...

Content Warning: this piece contains strong language “Good morning, John! I'm going to the neurologist at the Multiple Sclerosis Center....

The bright scarlet tulips with yellow and black centers were so vibrant when first put into the crystal vase. Now the petals have opened...

Moody low fog and the heavy damp air surrounding us did nothing to lessen my anticipation and excitement. My eyes strained to see...

I ran inside and called out, “Momma, come look! There’s a strange bus that just parked in the clearing and some people are coming out.”...

I am sitting on hard-plastic, Day-Glow, green-cupped chairs—reminiscent of a low-budget 70’s kitchen. The large room feels stifling with...

Gazing around the foyer of the abandoned old Victorian, Grace was overcome with sentimental nostalgia, “Well old girl, someone has...

Lazy kiddos will you wake up, will you wake up, will you wake up…Mom sings her wake-up song, and Kenny, Tommy, and I struggle to open our...

I had a funny dream the other night. I dreamed my sister Lonna and I were in the Scottish Highlands, marching with the McGregor Pipe...

My husband’s office and the neighboring law office has put together an outing to go river rafting on the Tieton River in Yakima County,...