Lacking a Love Language
And yet my experience of love is deep and varied, though not in a way that amatonormativity and our limited language surrounding love recognizes.
Lauren Cole (’20) graduated with a major in English and minors in French and psychology. She grew up in Grand Rapids and wants to live as she wants to die—surrounded by trees. She loves adding books to her TBR, but actually reading them is another matter.
The Surreality of Living Through History
Surreality would posit that this riot is just another unbelievably strange moment in a series of unbelievably strange moments
Doing NaNoWriMo in 2020
I decide that since I was already not going to do a classic NaNo, I might as well break some other rules.
Lanthanum, Uranium, Rhenium, Nitrogen
Perhaps what was most interesting to me about chemistry was the very fact that we could study something that was too small to see.
Trader Joe’s and the Joys of Cooking
If there were a sixth love language, I believe it’d be food
A Few Reflections on Wind Through Trees
In The Color Purple by Alice Walker, Shug tells Celie, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
Living Deliberately
I used to think “living deliberately” meant doing crazy things, making wild memories.
