Am I Making Myself Clear?

If we’re valuing verisimilitude as a marker of good writing, I’m not a good writer. Every feeling I evoke and scene I describe may seem realistic, but they’re grounded in the mind, not reality.* When I write about sadness, it’s as vague as the knowledge that the Earth won’t exist in a distant, nearly unimaginable…

Parts of a Whole

Recently, I was half-watching a YouTube video while getting ready in the morning, as is my wont.* I hadn’t chosen it for any particular reason; it was just one of the videos on my subscription feed that seemed long enough to get me through putting on my makeup and sorting out my hair. It featured…

Influx

I set high standards for myself. When I create something, it should be original. When I posit an opinion, it should be well-informed. And lately, I haven’t been able to meet my standards. I feel stuck in a creative rut, and while some of that is from exhaustion or laziness or habit, part of it…

Embody My Body

If you’ve been reading this blog regularly, you know I’m a huge nerd who references her classes in her posts. If you’ve just started reading this blog, hello! I’m a huge nerd and I reference my classes in my posts. Recently, I read  Her 37th Year, An Index by Suzanne Scanlon for a class. The book…

Into the Woods, Out of My Head

A few days ago it was pleasantly warm, so naturally I was driven to put my pressing academic work aside and head outside. I decided to take a walk through one of my college’s glens. While I was walking, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that something was very different about the…