Sky Collection has returned — Dear SC Readers and Writers, I hope all are relatively happy and healthy wherever you are. It is hot and sticky here in North Carolina, as is always the case in July. I have been missing the writing here at Sky Collection. Thanks to Anna Rozwadowska, who submitted a beautiful…

Musical theater lyrics from prompt: Who drives you to the page — “Love is love is love is love.” — Lin-Manuel Miranda power-hungry? — yes we are still doing this powers that be celebrate their wish to see the undoing — human catastrophe look the other way, as long as it’s not me Wade still wants to be paid insane my body is not…

Always learning teacher/writer/mama/wife/sister/daughter — Hi! My name is Samantha Rae Lazar. Thank you for taking the time to read my little auto-bio. I began writing on Medium in June 2019, and I am in love with this platform, even with all of its challenges and changes. It has become the writing community I have…

A poem of more tragedy — this morning my friend (also a teacher) texts i should not have to choose between protecting another mother’s child and making my child mother-less after art club, i drive my child to buy craft stuff — duct tape, acrylics, brushes and miniature trees — end of year project he finds a…

Revisiting last year’s writing challenge — Last May, my writing buddy Christina Marie Ward and I collaborated to design and create the May Writing Experience. For those of you who want to revisit or try this challenge or for new Medium writers, this is for you! We divided our topics into five separate weeks. This article…

It’s time to walk the walk — I have not always had supportive leaders at work. In fact, I have experienced mostly strained relationships with administration throughout my 24 years in education. My stories of bosses attacking my character or leaders making ridiculous unilateral decisions that had dire consequences are probably more interesting to read. However, I…

A twittle — for when you were in utero craving filled up all the punch cards V.V.I.P.s everywhere we went for ice cream was our sweetheart Carolyn Hastings, the twittle queen, introduced me to this form. Please check my math. It should be 100 letters, 4 lines, optional rhyme scheme. It was fun…

A short story — Regret came to meet him that Saturday afternoon, as he left the dry-cleaners. Will wasn’t stupid enough to pretend he didn’t know what he had seen in Tricia. When he had met her seven months ago, her self-righteousness was a huge turn-on. While his mother’s sign was the simple slogan…