Land in Sepia By Lucy Fleming

Though it’s the state capital, there are almost no direct flights to Lincoln, Nebraska. I fly through Detroit and Omaha. As I walk out into the carpeted hallway in the Omaha airport, there she is, wearing the black fitted jacket … Continue reading

The Golden Hour By Lucy Fleming

It’s the last day of camp. In years past, this would have been when I was listening to my iPod and looking out the window as my parents’ car pulled out of the Acting Manitou driveway. I would keep my … Continue reading