The day after I finished finals I had a dream about a lighthouse. When I woke up, having nothing immediate to do for the first time in forever, I decided to look up some lighthouses on the east coast. Maine in particular always struck my fancy, as my Mom is from a tiny island offContinue reading “The Lighthouse Guided Me to Shore: My Adventure Coming to Bass Harbor, Maine”
Category Archives: My Writing
Sparrows, Mao’s “Little Red Book”, and Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge
If you’re a real follower of this blog then you’ve undoubtedly read my Biomythography. Chapter V is titled “Sparrow” and you can imagine my surprise when this same bird was mentioned in my little, red copy of Mao’s Quotations. I was reading on a pink kayak in the middle of a lake (I paddled outContinue reading “Sparrows, Mao’s “Little Red Book”, and Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge”
6-17-21 | 9:41 PM | Richmond, New Hampshire
Beyond the wind against the lake, beyond that sound or lack thereof, beyond that space where emptiness becomes full and thought-worthy; beyond this, a new space, a new area of space, empty space, space that takes up no space has arisen. Maybe it took growing up with the road being the stepping stones to thatContinue reading “6-17-21 | 9:41 PM | Richmond, New Hampshire”
The Young Comrade, the Soc-Dem to Marxist Pipeline, and Göran Therborn’s From Marxism to Post-Marxism?
To the young comrade, yeah, you. To the young comrade who has finally found a social theory, a political frame, a new set of glasses that doesn’t ignore the wretches, the purposefully impoverished, the systematically oppressed. To the young comrade who too many in their times has asked, if we have too many houses whyContinue reading “The Young Comrade, the Soc-Dem to Marxist Pipeline, and Göran Therborn’s From Marxism to Post-Marxism?”
Storytelling in Music: Lyrics that Tell a Tale
This post isn’t going to be a long-winded rant on my favorite artists, bands, and types of music. That would be an unnecessary harangue that is not appropriate at least at this exact moment. This post isn’t even about songs that have cool rhymes or a killer beat. I want to specifically examine songs thatContinue reading “Storytelling in Music: Lyrics that Tell a Tale”
The Different Textures Feel Me Grow
About six years ago I started running more seriously. What first started out with slow two-milers evolved into even slower five milers, and then slow 10ks, and then fast 10ks, and then semi-paced half marathons. My love for running doesn’t come from the need to exercise or “stay in shape.” As a college-level basketball player,Continue reading “The Different Textures Feel Me Grow”
Frankenstein’s Creation and My Own Creation of a New Self
Perhaps this title is somewhat misleading. I haven’t created entirely a new self per say. Instead, a self that is new because of its liberation from the bounds and restraints from an older identity and version. When I set out to read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, my goal was to inform myself of her literaryContinue reading “Frankenstein’s Creation and My Own Creation of a New Self”
This Post Was Going to be Selfish
This post was going to be selfish. I was going to write a long story on how I got accepted to be a part of the Midwestern Marx Youth League of Writers. A story of mine got accepted into my school’s Creative Writing magazine. Next Wednesday, I get my second dose of the Covid vaccine.Continue reading “This Post Was Going to be Selfish”
Becky Tyler’s Eight Years as the Women’s Basketball Coach at Bryn Mawr College: “There’s Still So Much to be Grateful For”
I knew Bryn Mawr was the place I wanted to be about four months into 2018. Five months prior if you had told me I’d be attending Bryn Mawr College, I would ask you how do you spell that? Where in the world is it even? And it’s a historically women’s college? Bryn Mawr wasContinue reading “Becky Tyler’s Eight Years as the Women’s Basketball Coach at Bryn Mawr College: “There’s Still So Much to be Grateful For””
The Little Girl and the Ever-Changing City
I wrote this for my Growth & Structure of Cities class called “Form of the City”. It resonated with a lot of my family members and I figured some of my readers here would appreciate it too. In a small city, smack dab in the middle of the Garden State, lies a community of manyContinue reading “The Little Girl and the Ever-Changing City”
Stories, Dreams, & Spaces 