by Padre Spencer Reece
The dream—of having the girls write the poems of their stories for the world to hear—persisted. I believed a book of their poems accompanied by their drawings would help the world not forget about Honduras. Continue reading
by Padre Spencer Reece
The dream—of having the girls write the poems of their stories for the world to hear—persisted. I believed a book of their poems accompanied by their drawings would help the world not forget about Honduras. Continue reading
by Sonya Chung
We needed such a story. The romance, the sense of “close call,” i.e., what if he had never won any prize or come to anyone’s attention, but continued to labor in the dark – 40, 50, 60 years old — a melancholy retail clerk, making $30,000 a year, estranged from family, with two master’s degrees, living in suburban Florida. It could have happened. It does happen, all the time. Continue reading