It’s a warm day in May 2013. I’m sitting in an office at my university, going on about the year’s worth of history books I’ve …
Learning to Love Reading Again During Grad School
New Year, New & Old Writing
I’ve always been a writer. I was that kid who wrote my own versions of stories after reading the classics, who folded and stapled papers …
A Different Kind of Hometown Weekend: Gaining New Appreciation for the Places We Grew Up
I didn’t spend my first weekend completely alone in my childhood home until I was twenty-eight years old. Bizarre, I know, that it took that …
A Dog-Eared Copy of Jane Eyre
“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.” That first line–and dozens of others–from Charlotte Brontë’s masterpiece are permanently etched in my …
Between Two Continents
When I returned to the United States after seven months in Germany, I had the peculiar feeling that I’d left something back in Europe….turns out it was a part of myself.