June 16, 2018 Skyscrapers and Juice Boxes *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used…
June 13, 2018 Denouement As the sun went down on the Steel City, a girl dangled her legs off a small foot bridge. In her right hand she held a clear unlabeled bottle of liquor and in her left hand, she held her small black studded clutch. Mascara was smudged around her eyes. Some stained tissues left a little trail of the most recent events around her. Footsteps approached her. She did her best to wipe her eyes.
June 10, 2018 To Those Afraid to Take the Leap Once upon a time when you were younger and the world around you was far more innocent, you stood at the edge of the pool. Maybe it was the edge of a pier, overlooking a lake full of marine life and seaweed dancing beneath the surface. There you stood in your swimsuit, wrapping your arms around yourself, looking out to the water like it was a terrible grade on your math test. Behind you, your parents called out to you.
June 6, 2018 Somewhere Over the Pacific *written mid-trip to America, whilst sleep deprived and without connection to the outside world, so take what I have to say with utmost caution, or don’t* To say I am excited to go home is an understatement. I’m pretty sure my countdown started at 100 days to go. I’m so stoked that I’m sitting in seat 25K, staring out the window, wide awake on a ten-hour flight from Taipei to Vancouver, knowing full well that not getting sleep is going to be so fun later when I finally make it to Chicago. Good news is that I’ll sleep really well tonight. That’s for sure.
May 30, 2018 A Day In the Life It’s 7:00 A.M. The sun shines through the ginormous window in my bedroom. Wiping my tired eyes, I make my way out of bed. …
May 27, 2018 Three Things I’ve Learned While Living Abroad As I prepare to go home to visit for the first time in nearly a year and ten months, it baffles me just how…
May 23, 2018 Charles, the Londoner There was one man who stood out in my mind out of all my early travels as a child: Charles, the cab driver. He…
May 20, 2018 Press Play Two years ago, I sat in my sophomore English class, half of the time doodling on my page as Mr. Olson would go on and on about Death of a Salesman. He asked us what kind of people the Lomans were, about the symbols throughout the book, and then the big question arose: what does this tell us about the American dream? I’ll tell you what I think about it: it never existed.
May 16, 2018 From Ten to None “Marie, come look at this,” my younger brother said as he stepped on the stool and peered over the edge of the tank. Goldfish…
May 12, 2018 For Mom When I was a little girl, I was obsessed with Cinderella. And when I say obsessed, I mean absolutely infatuated with it. From the…
