Nonfiction – Leah Boyer

Minnesota

This is a seasonal ode to my dad. It’s a short read – about three minutes.

The orange hand approaches the forty-minute mark, and the green hand peeks out from behind it. In fifteen minutes, the first school bell of the morning will ring half a mile away. But you are still wearing your favorite flower PJs, and your outer space comforter blankets you in planets and stars. I hold myContinueContinue reading “Transitions”