Jacob Blake.

Jacob Blake. One more gone. One today, one yesterday, one the day before…How long will this go on for? How long until this stops? How many more of my brothers and sisters will die before[…]

Dear Mr. Jones:

Dedicated to Jim Jones   On November 20th, we had the amazing opportunity to meet with seniors to offer some inspiration for a creative writing project. Although it was originally a cold and gloomy autumn[…]

Karamel.

The tan-colored gates swung open and Amima’s eyes grew wide. She stood there. Staring. The fascination twinkling in her pupils. In walked the petite caramel colored calf, showing off the specks of white on her[…]