The other night I sat waiting in a coffee shop for a friend. The tables in this particular shop are small, the chairs squeezed to force a sense of closeness.Continue readingLove Letters and Candy Hearts, Part III
Color Me Poetic
During undergraduate, and a little bit after, I worked at my university’s writing center. While we, the tutors, all shared similar goals of helping students ultimately receive an A onContinue readingColor Me Poetic