by Teri Ong   The senior missionary and founder of Camp-of-the Woods, Garland Cofield, had two sons and two daughters quite near to me in age. All of the family members were good musicians. But Father wanted Daughters to learn to play violin. At the age of 17, I had already been playing for over 12 years. It was natural that I would be asked to give lessons since I was going to be there for the whole summer. They had a “copy of a Stradivarius” – $59.95 straight out of the Sears and Roebuck catalog by way of Japan. […]

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by Teri Ong   What are clouds like? The clouds piled up heavy – like a double scoop of steaming hot mashed potatoes. The clouds wrapped the frosty landscape in a layer of cotton wool. The cloud looked like a tooth extracted under the influence of laughing gas.   Describe the morning glories. The morning glories shivered in the morning air and bundled up in leaves, knotting their hoodies with vine-y laces. The tendrils of vine hung casually over the shoulder of the fence, festive like a native girl with bright blossoms tucked in each curl and behind both ears. […]

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