It has now officially been over a year since I graduated. May 26, 2011 seems like a lifetime ago on some days, and on other days I can remember distinctly the way the sun felt on me as I posed for millions of photos as if it were yesterday. For the majority of the past year… Continue reading When a Piece Reads You
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Picking Up, Packing Up, and Shipping Out
(Note: Finally got some internet to post this!) This is no time for fear This is a time for faith and determination -Twila Paris It’s always the same story. My mother tells me every day for two weeks or more to take out the stuff I want to go with on my trip—the stuff… Continue reading Picking Up, Packing Up, and Shipping Out
Precious Summer Days (that always come to an end)
The Summer Day Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of… Continue reading Precious Summer Days (that always come to an end)
Revisiting Lessons from a Cowardly Lion
The Wizard of Oz is one of those rare delights in which the movie is just as—if not better—than the book. And who among us who grew up with the story could forget the main characters—Dorothy, the Tinman, the Cowardly Lion, and the Scarecrow—who were all searching for the Wizard of Oz to help them… Continue reading Revisiting Lessons from a Cowardly Lion
Vegas for Friendships
I’m not really the gambling type of girl, although all summer I have wanted to visit the amazing Scott Elfenbein in Las Vegas due to the crazy stories he shares about his job there. However, my recent trip out east to NYC and Cambridge to help move one of my best friends, Matt, into his… Continue reading Vegas for Friendships
In a town where Time does not reside
When I make the turn from Highway 40 onto the narrow roads of State Road 39, before my feet hit the gravel of the driveway--I am home. The tall trees, bright green grass, blooming flowers, and red porch with its American flag. They are all so familiar, and so constant in my life of motion.… Continue reading In a town where Time does not reside
