Behind my parents’ house lies a narrow strip of land—a shallow ditch choked with honey locusts and gnarled maple trees, their branches tangled in a chaos of vines, thorny shrubs, and poison ivy. As an adult, it’s easy to see it for what it is: an untended boundary line offering a modest bit of privacy…
Before diving into this piece, I want to share that it’s an abridged version of my full article in American Heartland Magazine. You can read the entire story, along with more of my work, at https://americanheartlandmagazine.com. I hope this glimpse inspires you to explore more of the heartland’s hidden stories and unexpected places. Back in…
There was a peculiar relief that washed over me as my feet finally found solid ground after a night spent battling the relentless sway of a ship at sea. The firmness beneath my soles offered a strange comfort, a stark contrast to the perpetual motion of the waves. On the open water, I learned to…
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