Davis Way Cole and Nowhere to Go by Gretchen Archer

At midnight, the clock clicking from Saturday to Sunday, I locked the door to my stateroom behind me. I gathered my cat, pajamas, vitamins, toothbrush, and was in a hurry for the bed when I stepped into the gold bathroom and saw an envelope taped to the mirror above...

A Day in the Life of Hayley Snow by Lucy Burdette

Some weeks I can’t ignore the fact that people consider my new hometown, Key West, as their personal playground. Adult rated, I must add. The Fantasy Fest celebration leading up to Halloween with its gigantic parade is one of those weeks—people get crazy down...

Evie Bloomfield Learns to Bike by Duffy Brown

Question: What is the hardest part of learning to ride a bike? Answer: The pavement Evie Bloomfield here, all the way from Chicago to the happy land of Mackinac Island. There are no cars on Mackinac, no motor anything on the island. Fact is, if you want to get...

Meet Quaker Midwife Rose Carroll by Edith Maxwell

Greetings, dear reader. My name is Rose Carroll, and I am a midwife. I bicycle about our bustling mill town of Amesbury, delivering babies and guiding the health of pregnant ladies. I am twenty-four, which is getting along for a single lady in 1888, although I’m...