Little Miss Horsie

I was in seventh grade, sitting behind a desk in a completely new country, and I could not understand why Mr. Leavey kept saying “Horsie.” I had moved to the United States three weeks earlier and I was not ready to be dropped into a world that I was not familiar with. It took me …

Music and Story Night 2012

By Claire Doran The warm glow of Christmas lights illuminated the makeshift stage, with heavy red curtains and a funky zigzag rug.  The smell of warm cookies made the air seem sugary, and assortments of teas, wines, and spiced apple ciders were laid out enticingly on a table decorated with ceramic mushrooms and a small …

Skeletons From the Closets of Old Friends

By Hasti J. Ahangi Disclaimers: The following story is a fictionalized retelling from a compilation of intern experiences and does not reflect any particular case or client. The names have also been altered in order to maintain confidentiality. “But they used to be best friends” exclaimed Sara, the daughter of an elderly lady named Jenny, who …