Life as a Writer and Creator with Depression: A Reflection

Depression is something I have struggled with for a while, it was never the easiest thing to help those in my life truly understand, as well as myself, so to give my  heart and mind some sort of healing, I would write about everything, especially about my depression. My grandmother had been sick with cancer, … Continue reading Life as a Writer and Creator with Depression: A Reflection

But I Don’t Want to Teach: A Meditation on Graduating with an English Degree

In just two short weeks, I will be walking across the stage at commencement. I will have a huge grin on my face, searching the crowed for my family, and praying to every God imaginable that I don’t trip. I will be ecstatic that I have finally accomplished my dream. All of that is to … Continue reading But I Don’t Want to Teach: A Meditation on Graduating with an English Degree

Why You Should Look Back at the Stories You Wrote as a Kid

  Ah, kids.  They say the craziest things.  They also tell the most interesting, compelling stories that make absolutely no sense at all.  Or at least, I did when I was a kid. I have a box in my basement that’s just full of weird stories I wrote when I was younger—a kingdom of cats … Continue reading Why You Should Look Back at the Stories You Wrote as a Kid

Sappho in Paris: The Poetic Value of Lexical Cosmopolitanism

Despite the occasional vague pronoun reference or f-bomb, I've always fancied myself a relatively articulate and polite English speaker (growing up so close to Canada has its consequences). En français, however, I undergo a Jekyll-like transformation from Midwestern Judith Martin to angry truck driver doing stand up for the French navy. A typical conversation is … Continue reading Sappho in Paris: The Poetic Value of Lexical Cosmopolitanism

Remembering Zines: Rubber Cement, Cheese, and Doing Your Thing

Some people enjoy the lingering smell of petrichor before a rain, freshly cut lawns, gasoline, the sweet notes of vanilla and almond found in the underlying mustiness of old books.  I always enjoy hearing about people's favorite scents because they tend to be anchored to memories fossilized in time; one of my friends loves the … Continue reading Remembering Zines: Rubber Cement, Cheese, and Doing Your Thing