The Skin I’m In
There was a click, like bending a toothpick, then a sting as sharp as a cut green apple. I sat on the kwoon’s mat floor to look at my foot, where my left little toe was proclaiming nine o’clock while the other toes insisted twelve. Taking a shaky breath, I raised my hand. “’Scuse me, [...]
What a Difference 30 Years Makes
First time blogger Heather Bennion Judd shares her recent “tough day” cathartic writing at the coaxing of a friend. Not the B.A. in English from BYU, but rather the small stack of short stories, poetry and essays that she’s written since the 4th grade should have been a clue that this day of virtual “publication” [...]








