Article Tag: Native-American

Stone Soup Magazine
December 2017

Katie Woodward

I remember the days before Ms. Brown. That was all before everything, with the snow, the stories, and the grove on Grady Hill. Those were the times when school...

“Look, son. See the way the land is in shadow, even though there is nothing to cast it?” The boy stood, facing the early morning. He let the gentle breeze...

A gloomy hole sheltered the shivering cardinal during a raging thunderstorm. The hole was an incomplete snake house, burrowed with consummate skill. The...