By Willa Simmet 2008 As a young girl Rebecca Kauten spent the summer on her grandparents farm in northeastern Iowa. “Every night my grandma ma...
By Willa Simmet 2008 I wake up. I feel the devil has taken hostage of my insides. My stomach lurches and I throw up. I...
By Willa Simmet 2008 When I venture into the kitchen and search through my fridge and cupboards, I find salad greens from Kate McDonald and...
By Willa Simmet 2008 An audition. Otherwise known as one form of complete and utter hell. I don’t know about you, but for me they...