The trouble was, though, that when I tried to imagine the stream of gold going on forever, my head would begin to thrum.
Katie is a doctoral student in English and education at the University of Michigan. She loves the New York Times crossword puzzle, advice columns, oceans, and dogs of all kinds.
by Katie Van Zanen | Jul 10, 2017
I am not sure how to accurately convey the unpleasantness of this experience. There was no part of my body that went gentle into that good night.
by Katie Van Zanen | Dec 10, 2015
It seems odd to speak of the limits of human intimacy when anticipating our reunion; to record for the world the untold stories which are themselves just fragments of a billowing moment already passed away, to promise that I will fail again to share them fully.
by Katie Van Zanen | Nov 10, 2015
I don’t know what it means to live a good life, or how I’m measuring it. I didn’t donate blood out of purely altruistic motivations—I’m a sucker for free snacks and affirmation. I have had a good life, an exciting life, and insofar as it depends on me, I’d like to keep that up. So something is enough for today.