Tag Archives: life

When does this place become home?

I dedicate this, my longest post, to my dear friend, Caleb, whose excellent stories are always long and sometimes entertaining. This is my second semester here at IUPUI, and it’s never for a moment felt like home.  Ball State was … Continue reading

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Standing under a clear sky in rain boots.

I’ve been stressing about school again.  And you’re shocked, I know.  But I promise I won’t be as long-winded about it this time as I was a week ago.  I shouldn’t be taking a break from my studying to blog … Continue reading

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Pardon my schizophrenia. Or failure. Or why the Hipsters won’t even take me.

Today I’m drowning my sorrows and fears and stress in milk and chocolate oatmeal no-bake cookies.  It started when I woke up at 10 am and realizing I’d slept through my 5:15 am alarm and two classes.  I’d like to … Continue reading

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The profundity of peppermint stick ice cream.

Thirty-five years ago, a seventeen-year-old boy from Pittsburgh spent his summer scooping ice cream for tourists at Glacier National Park.  On an ordinary day, an adorable little seven-year-old girl from Memphis came in to the sweet shop with her family.  … Continue reading

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Thanks for teaching me more than my Biology class, Caribou.

“Such is beauty ever– neither here nor there, now nor then, neither in Rome nor in Athens, but wherever there is a soul to admire.  If I seek her elsewhere because I do not find her at home, my search … Continue reading

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A quick thought from the classroom.

On Tuesday a student asked me why I want to be a teacher.  I’d just introduced myself to a class of sixth-graders, and they’d decided to interrogate me.  I knew that the question was a legitimate one because the students … Continue reading

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Grown-ups should be more like kids.

Apparently my sisters woke up this morning dead set on having a Winter lemonade stand.  Their idea was to go door-to-door in the neighborhood selling cups of hot chocolate for a quarter.  Brilliant, I thought.  Too cold outside, thought Dad and … Continue reading

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Under the weather and a big pile of blankets.

So here I am, spending my lovely Saturday in bed. Mom just walked out the door with the final words, “Gracie, you’re in charge,” which bestowed the authority of head of household upon our cat. Now, I know that cats are supposed to be able to tell when you’re sick and curl up with you and make you well, but I’m pretty sure that Gracie’s only goal is to get at my ginger ale on the bedside table. Continue reading

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Three Poems for an Old Love.

Here’s something fun for my readers. This post is pretty much the summation of my diary from 8th grade through my Freshman year of high school. Continue reading

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Something about a new apron.

My Papaw has taken it upon himself to present each of his grandchildren with their first pocketknife and their first gun. Yes. I own a gun. Anyway, as the youngest, tonight Hannah was the last grandchild to receive her knife. You’ve never seen a preteen girl so content with a birthday gift. Continue reading

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