by Heather R. Todd | Fiction
“Teddy!” Whenever my grandma called my cousin Teddy instead of his proper name, Theo, I knew something bad had happened or was about to happen. Her head was out the screen door, plump neck stretched to scan up and down Third Street, short stubby bare feet hanging... 
by Heather R. Todd | Reflections
The following essay is a personal reflection I penned at the end of my first-ever formal writing class: Fiction I. The experience was initially terrifying, but ultimately led to a deeper understanding of the importance of putting work out for others to read and the... 
by Heather R. Todd | Recipes
This recipe is a family favorite made by my grandmother, Mabea. Like all of her recipes, this one uses simple ingredients and techniques, and serves up hearty Appalachian-influenced flavor. Simple enough to whip up for a routine Sunday dinner, but delectable enough...