I. I wrote letters in high school to a kid named Eugene (Gene for short). I’d met him at a summer track camp I attended between my sophomore and junior year of high school. Ours wasn’t a romantic relationship and he wasn’t my boyfriend and I didn’t want … Continue reading Notes on Notes: Scribbling Love
Back when The Malarkey Bin was a privatized blog whose readership included only a few select friends, most of whom actually knew me in real life, I had a whole lexicon for my folks that began with the prefix “Mealy.” This came from my own … Continue reading Ode to the MealyDad
Well, I’m done, although I’m still finding myself needing to fall asleep on the couch to the tune of the Discovery ID channel (this, if you didn’t know, was essentially the only way I could sleep during the last four months– otherwise known as the … Continue reading Dr. Done: A Photo Essay
Today, the students in one of my composition classes asked me “if I wrote.” I told them I was currently writing a dissertation. They asked what a dissertation was. I told them it was kind of like a book, but one that typically sucks because … Continue reading What a Dissertation Feels Like
Looking at the back marsh with Dad… Hanging out with Ladybug, Dad’s pup… Eating boiled crabs with Mom… Buying princess crowns for the nieces… Watching my year-old nephew idolize his dad, my brother… Getting to know the little fella, and using one of my nieces … Continue reading What It Means to Say Home
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