Katherine Schoenbeck, Guest Writer
January 6, 2015
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The snow used to dance as it fell to the ground; it now pelts with fury towards the earth. The fire used to glow with warmth; its flames now rage with anger. The old life I lived with my father was magical; I now live with my mother, wishing time would reverse. I wish I would never see another Christmas tree again. Every second...
Kate Frediani, Creative Response Editor
January 6, 2015
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The cold winter wind whips against my cheek. I walk faster, my boots clomping against the sidewalk. My neighbors have red and green lights strung up on their porches. I see my neighbors across the street, hanging ornaments on their tree. I pull my jacket closer around my body. My backpack weighs down my shoulders and the cold...
