Framed
When I picked it up in disbelief, the beautiful initial N stared (yes, manuscripts can stare) into my soul.
When I picked it up in disbelief, the beautiful initial N stared (yes, manuscripts can stare) into my soul.
We succeeded in passing our first day without any emotional crises. Success!
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.
There are single family homes and giant, shiny apartment buildings and about six 7-Elevens in my square mile.
I had only seen these cookies served on Delta flights, so my first thought was wondering how she had smuggled them off the plane
We are perched side by side on an upper landing in this barn, floating in the resonant space of music we have never heard so close, have never heard unmediated, have never heard in four-part harmony.
This is a picture of healing.
In the middle of a freezing rain, we reached Dick’s Dome, a geodesic dome built to sleep four persons. There were eighteen people there.
The GOP fuels itself with intolerance, with ignorance, with bigotry, and with hate. Donald Trump and co. are the natural progression along a path the Party has trod for years, knowing the consequences and not caring.
The number nineteen appears with such frequency in this deposition, it begins to feel rehearsed.