Singer-Songwriter
So I’m trying to write this epic article for my editor/writer relationship class that reveals nothing important about anything; the
Continue readingIt’s 2 a.m., I must be lonely or the Poetry of Bowling
Today’s selection features a poet whom I’ve known since undergraduate. I’m proud to say I was a bridesmaid in Liz’s
Continue readingThe United Nation of On-The-Spot Enthusiasts Volume Due
The contents of a publishing student’s book bag: orange Sharpie (I took it home from work by mistake) 9 pens
I am beyond excited. People are riding the awesome train and partaking in my dorky, yet surprisingly rad little hobby.
Continue readingThe United Nation of On-The-Spot Enthusiasts Volume Numero Uno
If you don’t like your classes, the work seems like a chore, a bore, a what the heck am I
I’d like to think I have pretty talented friends. Because of this (and because they are so darn kind), I
People are like Power Rangers. This isn’t a wild idea, I promise; in fact, it’s pretty simple. I don’t mean
I kneel on the floor of my college’s health center, hunching over a blue trash can that’s insides smell of
Continue readingBronchitis and Trash Cans or Why I Have to Stay Home from School
So, the poem below was my younger attempt at humor. And, guess what: I’m still not very funny. Dateless by
I don’t know if it’s weird, or silly, or what, but I always looked forward to titling my undergraduate research