I guess we’re the sort of people who thought it would be fun to listen to the The Grapes of Wrath on audio book on a cross-country road trip to California. As E. and I left North Carolina to spend the next month camping out of our car in fifteen national parks, we noted the parallel … Continue reading Finding Public Space in America’s National Parks
The summer I taught myself to run was probably the most frightening of my life to that point. I had graduated from college without a job offer, nor any likely prospects after two interviews that had each ended in kind but final rejections. My boyfriend was in a country halfway around the world, without reliable … Continue reading The Personal Resistance of Running
When North Carolina turned red on Tuesday night, I closed my computer, put on my shoes, and went out to walk. I turned onto the main road in my town, Franklin Street, moving quickly, tears falling, my hands in fists. I walked past a dozen homes and businesses, all quiet and all hushed, with televisions … Continue reading A Message of Hope for North Carolina
Writers begin with an image. A scene appears and follows them until they write it up. For some writers, these images arrive in dreams, and the writer will wake up, unsure of how their subconscious has contrived this creation. With a dreamed image, it is the job of the writer to simply work up to … Continue reading Redrawing the Line Between History and Fiction
Clichéd images of city life are so ubiquitous that I laugh out loud when I walk through the city. In Petworth, I beam helplessly at a group of children playing in the jet of water coming from an open fire hydrant. I see a pigeon fly out of an attic window of an apartment being … Continue reading What I See in D.C.
By six o’clock, I had been driving for three hours and was feeling desperate for the sun to come up. I stopped somewhere as the mountains really start to rise in Virginia, and stepped out of my car into a darkness, which masked the outlines of the ridges surrounding this one gas station off I-77. … Continue reading Driving to Michigan
My course and work schedule this semester have churned out so that I am rarely required to be on campus before one or two o’clock. My schedule adjusted to accommodate my usually deliriously meeting-free mornings, I now wake at six, creak and pad to the kitchen to make coffee, take it back to my bedroom … Continue reading Home + Life + Work Balance