Fiction finalist | My Garden

Fiction finalist | My Garden

Graphic by Emily Fagan, Editor-in-Chief All the women in my family have a garden. Gigantic things you could get lost in. There would be big vines that snaked up the sides of houses, bushes full to bursting with flowers, top-heavy flowers that hung over you with their...
Happy Days: the theatre of the absurd

Happy Days: the theatre of the absurd

Photo provided by Blue Bridge Theatre At the start of every day, the bell rings in the morning, and Winnie and Willie are left to their own devices until the bell rings for them to go to sleep. The only hang-up? Winnie is buried up to her waist in a hill of dirt in...