Quiet Hours
- Life & Culture
- April 11, 2025
The wind was howling, the rain was barraging the house, and the boughs of the trees were getting whipped about, and yet……
READ MOREWe stood 10 feet away from the cans. Every time I shot the gun, I smelled burning oil. Every time I pulled the trigger, the metal was cold against my finger!
READ MOREEveryone has to get from place to place, from people in their cars, to the creepy-crawlies under the earth.
READ MORELearning to cook, especially in dearth of America’s plethora of store-bought goods, is nothing to sneeze at. From mac and cheese to microwave cakes, there is no end to the kitchen madness!
READ MOREEven as a toddler, I loved flying. I loved the hustle and bustle of airports, the satisfaction of carrying my own backpack, the hours-long waiting filled with sleepy anticipation, and of course….
READ MOREA captivating poem by one of SCA’s budding young poets. Finally, the New Year approaches and everyone is thrilled to witness the fireworks display. What does this poet has in store for us?
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