Ariana Feichko It had been a nice April morning. The type of morning one would spend taking a walk or going to the park with a gaggle of children. Flowers bloomed and pollen danced in the soft air. The sun trickled in through the six large windows below the high-rise ceiling of my family’s living…

Samuel Charles At this point, I know plastic forks a little too well. I know the sizes, designs, and how much they try to imitate real metal silverware. I often have salads for lunch with my dad, a college professor, and we know all the best places on campus to get forks. We also know…

Sarah Safsten I’ve been wondering about feet keeping ever since I first sang the hymn “Lead, Kindly Light” in church, and in the twenty years since. The part I’m wondering about goes like this: Lead, kindly light, amid th’encircling gloom; Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead…

Samantha Smith At eight years old, I am city league soccer and the gap be- tween my teeth and the Gummy candies I find in the pantry the day after Christmas, which is the final piece in the puzzle that clues me in to the realization that Santa is, in fact, my parents. My birthday…

Isaac James Richards This essay is about time and cars. I need you to know that up front, because while those two concepts are connected on a physical level, I will strive to connect them on a spiritual level. Through physical and spiritual duality, eventually this essay will no longer be about time and cars…

Nicholas Rex All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications when I see His face In the morning in the window. (Stevens) I keep worrying about whether I’m washing parts of the car you can’t reach with the hose. I stay by the front bumper and scrape off bugs from Canada and…