The Art of Light and Shadows
What makes their art dance as a pair?
What makes their art dance as a pair?
If they checked IDs, I’d never get in. But they don’t, and I wrote my paper, feeling like maybe I understood this place better than its students.
Some people love it. Others feel like Grand Rapids is an inescapable vortex of Dutch bingo. Remi Wolf just helps with some comedic relief.
Life there doesn’t confuse me, but it’s no longer what I’m accustomed to. I’ve become a real city slicker.
There’s always someone to wave to.
If I had to choose between a mediocre french onion soup and a meal of three corn dogs with spicy mayo, I would choose the former every time
Spiracles. What a ridiculous name for the very thing that keeps you alive.
My cohort looked at me funny when I’d walk into class with my trumpet backpack case in tow and I remembered what it felt like to again be the nerdy, weird girl.
There is no such thing as a perfect church.
No performance. No personal space.