Unsustainable Children
by: Heather Fawn1 When child care facilities are run like a business first and care service second, it’s our most precious commodity, our children, who suffer most…….
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by: Heather Fawn1 When child care facilities are run like a business first and care service second, it’s our most precious commodity, our children, who suffer most…….
by: Heather Fawn The new American Dream, and the fallacy of “choice”… The year is 2016, and there is a new American Dream. While we…
by: Heather Fawn A letter to the frontman of the band Tool, who wants nothing to do with the band or their fans anymore… Dear…
by: Heather Fawn We are all capable of more kindness, more compassion, more willingness to stretch resources for others…. A friend of mine in Australia…
by: Heather Fawn Healthy living should be a normal thing, not a fad, and not done solely for people to admire you…. I picked up…
by: Heather Fawn1 Truth is relative, not because facts aren’t real, but because sometimes facts don’t matter…. Sometimes, when I’m staring into the deep, dark…
Illustration by: Chris Thompson Words by: Heather Fawn, Chris Campanioni, Jonathan Marcantoni, Chris Thompson, & Michael Shields A challenge from an artist to create a story, one…
A wounded bird, trying exhaustedly to fly… by: Heather Fawn The counselor with the unplaceable accent peered at me from behind a survey on my…
by: Heather Fawn Attempting to defy a perilous reality by impetuously hanging onto the possibility of hope….. I remember the day that you shot me. We were…
A collection of authors share amongst themselves a first line. Where the story wanders however, is entirely up to them…. Contents The Devil’s Fingers by…
by: Heather Fawn An honest take on a life thronged by self-imposed isolation…. I live a life that is not for the faint of heart….
by: Heather Fawn Coming to terms with goodbyes, in a world that often rips and tears relentlessly….. You know I am broken, Like he said…