I’ve heard it said that historians are the “mules of academia.”
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Have you ever seen the air before?
Without a breaking loose of the old, sometimes there simply isn’t room to grow.
Something repeated enough becomes the truth.
As the days have steadily gotten shorter, darker, and wetter, the creeping presence of death has seemed to constrict tighter around my periphery.
His twig-thin waist cannot support his bulging, leafy muscles.
But I will often retrace the roads and words I’ve taken and exhale, exultant.
Who knew when we’d see each other again, with the pandemic rolling in and the economy flipping belly-up, with graduation and wedding and career plans scattering in the air like confetti.
I have named our pop-up restaurant Le Cabine. This restaurant has everything: grammatical inaccuracy, two cats hanging around at all times, and the world’s first ever Michelin Moon.
People will die, the economy might tank, and my Italian honeymoon’s on the line, but somehow, it feels like I have a conflict of interest.