Segullah Journal

Baklava by Michelle Lehnardt HE WRAPPED THE CABLE over both frames, around the slender necks, and threaded it between the spokes. Soon, our bikes were joined as one and secured to the iron gate. “I never lock it up.” I motioned carelessly to my rusted yellow cruiser. “Ah, but you’d cry if it got stolen,” [...]

Dust scattered in the morning light as my mother fed lengths of blue gingham through her sewing machine. Newly converted to the Church, she used a few scraps and a borrowed pattern to create a bonnet and pinafore for my first 24th of July parade. She finished the final hem, tied the bonnet ribbons under [...]