Saturday Newsletter: March 3, 2018

Newsletter  /   /  By Jane Levi
Stone Soup Magazine
November 2018

Forest Creature (detail) by Eva Stoitchkova, 11
Ontario, Canada

A note from William Rubel

I am writing to you from Galilee, where I have just arrived for my adventure in neolithic bread-making. I’ll tell you more about that when I get back in a few weeks’ time! Meanwhile this is a very short letter, as I am on the road.

 

Magnificent March issue!

The most important news for this week is that the March issue is now online. It’s another fabulous selection by Editor Emma of wonderful work by our Stone Soup authors and artists. Thank you all of you who made this issue happen! I urge you all to go and take a look for yourselves, starting with a closer look at this magnificent, creative collage by Eva Stoitchkova that we are delighted to feature on our cover.

 

Print copies are making a coming-back

The next exciting piece of news is that we have worked out a way of printing one-off copies of our beautiful Stone Soup digital issues. The first of these–the February 2018 issue–has already arrived at the warehouse, and the others are coming very soon. You can view them, and place orders and pre-orders in our online store.

Until Next Week

William

 

From Stone Soup
July/August 2015

Different City, Same Stars

By Abby K. Svetlik, 12
Illustrated by Audrey Zhang, 12

I jolt awake when I hear the stewardess’s too perky voice come over the plane’s intercom system. “We will be landing in New York in just about fifteen minutes. I hope you all have enjoyed your flight thus far…”

I zone out when she starts to ramble on about the weather conditions and time in New York. My dad realizes I’m awake and turns to me.

“Welcome home,” he says. I give him a lame smile in return and hope he accounts its lack of cheeriness for sleepiness.

But on the inside, all of me is frowning. New York is not my home. It never really was and it never will be.

Colorado is home. Colorado was where I could lie on the roof in a sleeping bag and stare at the stars for hours. Colorado was where I kept a collection of newspaper articles and random doodles in a loose floorboard in my room. Colorado was where I grew up, despite the fact that I was born here, and where anything that ever mattered happened to me.

*          *          *

The airport we touch down in is like any other. Filled with people, smelling like dry bagels and tasteless coffee, and crowded with suitcases rolling along always clean hallways. As we make our way through the airport, Dad proceeds to tell me of his childhood here, the things he did, and the neighborhood he grew up in.

I keep a few steps ahead of him so that he can’t see the grimace that contorts my face. Dad is just beginning a speech that I’m sure will go on for at least ten more minutes about where we’re moving in, and I can’t stand it anymore… /more

About the Author

Jane has been working with Stone Soup since 2016 on variety of different things--including running the Stone Soup Test Kitchen! She is a writer, researcher and consultant.

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