Valiant Scribe
A literary hub giving voice to the voiceless by retelling the human experience

Third Place Winner of the "Vultures & Doves: Social Issues of Our Time" Poetry Competition. I was up the first school day. And my son...

In the summer of 1962, I traveled to Ecuador as part of a Peace Corps Volunteer group of science and math teachers. First, we trained for...

Except for the toddlers waddling on the track field like a flock of ducklings and a row of strollers lined up along a wall, the cement...