and her place-based ponderings
I'm taking a course from one of my favorite professors -- we'll call him Prof. Italian Heritage -- this module, and Prof. Italian Heritage is incredibly specific about what he wants when it comes to essays. As a result, he regularly hosts writing workshops during his courses, the first of which discusses how to get… Continue reading Compression
For years now, music has been a huge part of my life and mental health. For my first two years in college, I went to concerts all the time, The Independent Venue being my favorite.
I’m one of those people who thrives on knowing what’s coming, who gets incredibly anxious when left in a state of enduring not-knowing.
i was sad tonight. missing Daddy. wishing he were here. not so i could say anything not so we could do anything. just to have him close. this afternoon i was walking up the porch to the front door. i felt something hit the back of my leg. i turned around. a penny was sitting… Continue reading a penny from heaven
A pod of dolphins swims by. Their fins gently emerge from and resubmerge into the ripples of the ocean’s surface.
I yearn for control over the whole situation, and I think that I was hoping forgiveness would bring that control. Would bring freedom from the intense anger, and the sadness, and the hurt -- oh the hurt -- when I think of them, when I hear their names, when I see one or the other across a coffee shop at some point in the future.
I can’t help but marvel at how many years I’ve already spent on Earth. I know 20 isn’t old, but when you’ve never been older than a teenager, it sounds old. The age on my tongue feels older than I can possibly be. The signing makes me feel older than I can possibly be. And yet, here I am.
So, the people fighting for independence were British descendants, and they were fighting themselves … ?
Right now, your heart is heavy with the weight of the reality currently cloaking your country. Right now, tears creep their way between your eyelids. I hope they fall.
This Fathers’ Day wasn’t my first without a father to celebrate with. Not by a long shot. And it wasn’t hard. Mom and I called Grandpa, wished him a happy day. We drove back from The Apartment to The House. We didn’t talk about what we didn’t do. What there wasn’t to do. At least,… Continue reading [Father]s’ Day
