Two and a Half Years Later…
Herons fished near trash still floating in their sanctuary.
Olivia graduated from Calvin in May 2018 with a double major in business and writing. She now works as an editor in Nashville, Tennessee and is eating her way through the restaurants of her new town. She enjoys weekend trips with friends, petting other people’s dogs, and drinking coffee like a Gilmore Girl.
by Olivia Harre | Feb 13, 2025 | 0 comments
Herons fished near trash still floating in their sanctuary.
by Olivia Harre | Jan 13, 2025 | 3 comments
I’m homesick for a time when people were just people, not layers of complicated emotions and traumas and hopes and expectations.
by Olivia Harre | Dec 13, 2024 | 0 comments
Voice memo: 3.1 minutes
Voice memo: 30 seconds
Voice memo: 5 minutes
by Olivia Harre | Nov 13, 2024 | 2 comments
I can confidently say there are many parallels between this sport and reality TV.
by Olivia Harre | Oct 13, 2024 | 4 comments
Those were the saddest things I could think of at that age: Ghosty was lonely. And without ice cream.
by Olivia Harre | Sep 13, 2024 | 2 comments
We flip open the welcome binder, quickly decide this is too complicated and pull out the French press instead. This, I can do.
by Olivia Harre | Aug 13, 2024 | 0 comments
It is impossibly easy to spot the darkness.
by Olivia Harre | Jul 13, 2024 | 5 comments
We order cookies for delivery because I convince you they will make me feel better.
by Olivia Harre | Jun 13, 2024 | 9 comments
Healing will not be an absence of this pain but rather holding the sadness and still finding a way to move forward.
by Olivia Harre | May 13, 2024 | 5 comments
I can still hear him whistling throughout the house perfectly on pitch.
by Olivia Harre | Apr 13, 2024 | 5 comments
God tells us in the Bible to love one another as we love ourselves.
by Olivia Harre | Mar 13, 2024 | 5 comments
Campfires burn out, fireflies flicker and then disappear, the sun sets and rises again.
by Olivia Harre | Jan 13, 2024 | 0 comments
Those words came to me in what felt like divine inspiration.
by Olivia Harre | Dec 13, 2023 | 0 comments
At almost every song choice, someone is yelling “THIS IS A GREAT SONG!!!”
by Olivia Harre | Nov 13, 2023 | 6 comments
No one else can carry me to the finish line.
by Olivia Harre | Oct 13, 2023 | 6 comments
The changing leaves are a reminder that nothing is permanently with us.
by Olivia Harre | Sep 13, 2023 | 3 comments
It’s only 7:30 a.m., but there’s already a buzz in the air.
by Olivia Harre | Aug 13, 2023 | 0 comments
They made a makeshift cardboard torch from our flame and took it to help light a fire for their kids.
by Olivia Harre | Jul 13, 2023 | 1 comment
We all pause our lives, deplete finances, but we are replenished in the ways that matter most.
by Olivia Harre | Jun 13, 2023 | 0 comments
From our post, we could see the full big screen and hear the entire concert. Were we standing in a tree and getting hit in the face with branches? Absolutely.
by Olivia Harre | Apr 13, 2023 | 6 comments
How could something so inexplicably awful happen on a day like that?
by Olivia Harre | Mar 13, 2023 | 0 comments
I can see her potted plants, and I wonder how they survive since she’s never there to water them.
by Olivia Harre | Feb 13, 2023 | 0 comments
Something felt almost sacred about holding them, the faded writing scrawled on the back of fraying cards.
by Olivia Harre | Jan 13, 2023 | 2 comments
Where was the magic in saltines and Gatorade for dinner, in spiking fevers and loneliness? Where was the magic in canceled flights and missed wedding celebrations?
by Olivia Harre | Dec 13, 2022 | 4 comments
The beginning of friendships can feel so formal. And it should be, at least a little bit.
by Olivia Harre | Nov 13, 2022 | 4 comments
The palm and mangrove trees were stripped of their leaves, and much of the vegetation on the island has turned brown.
by Olivia Harre | Oct 13, 2022 | 4 comments
Getting enough daily protein is no easy feat, rainbow chard isn’t half bad, and chocolate makes me a much, much happier person.
by Olivia Harre | Sep 13, 2022 | 4 comments
On every guitar case and appliance in sight were collections of stickers from anything and everywhere.