by Jess Earl Mama told me that thunder is just the sound of angels bowling. The angel outside my window doesn’t have hands but maybe it just can’t bowl, like how Katie can’t eat peanut butter. The angel doesn’t look like the ones in Mama’s paintings; it looks like a…
by Joan Raymond First, a disclaimer: This is not one of those “How to Get the Best Interview Possible in 11 Easy Steps” type articles. Instead, this is my eight-week journey from inexperienced interviewer to weekly feature writer for a local publication. I’m still not an expert, but I have…