2008 heather campbell essay contest honorable mention I. I FIRST MET THE Rostov region of southern Russia as a missionary at twenty-two. I spent a year and a half wandering the streets, talking to strangers about Jesus: to the woman from Poland, her glasses tied around her head, as she pushed pieces of watermelon into [...]
Contest Honorees, Essays, Winter 2009
God Sees the Truth, but Waits
by Jes S. Curtis
Mimesis Upended: A Reluctant Nod to Mr. Wilde
by Sharlee Mullins Glenn
How did she see peaches, never seeing a Cezanne? This mother of my mother who passed to me, across a generation, her own deep-burning need for Beauty. Or so I’m told. “You remind me of your grandma,” my mother used to chide as she coaxed me from pages abloom with Renoirs and Monets. “Only she [...]