Ally Karsyn

Somewhere south of Colorado Springs, I leaned back in the passenger seat and fell asleep. I woke up screaming, “Ahhhhhhh!”

Edem Soul Music will be opening Ode’s live storytelling night on Friday, April 6, starting at 6 p.m. at The Marquee in downtown Sioux City.

Bill. I met him in early spring of 1981 when I was in law school. I’d come to Sioux City once in a while, looking for something I didn’t think I could find in small-town South Dakota.

I left Little Rock, Arkansas, bound for the East Coast with two suitcases, $200 and a one-way ticket to Hartford, Connecticut in hot pursuit of an acting career.

I’m lying in the ER, dazed and confused—my whole body numb. I’m holding back the tears as I gasp for breath. I wonder, Will I walk again? Was it really worth the risk?

Decades ago, Glenda Drennen’s first attempt at watercolors didn’t turn out as she’d hoped. She stuffed all of her supplies in a shoebox and nearly abandoned them.

I’d spent the last 11 years being a professional mothering machine.

When I was 13, I ran away from home with my 16-year-old brother.

When I was 20, I dropped out of college and drove a car from Chicago to Guatemala City.

On an ordinary day in rural Niger, sheep are everywhere.