By Jessica Turner My heart aches,It throbs with a passionbeing swept into a tornadowhile the eye is so powerfulfor that is where I sit- I shed a tear for the wilting flowermy hands become callusedto feed the needy mouthsmy lips are no longer moistfor I am the one to always listen
By Jessica Turner While Jamie and I were looking through old Com-Mini-Cations, I noticed an article that intrigued me. It was an article titled “Back to the Suburbs” [Editor’s Note: you can read that article here.] about a boy who came from Central high. He talked about how different the schools were, and how the … [Read more…]