Blurbs from Student Reflections on the first writing cycle: I have had negative experiences with memoirs in the past, with my lack of ideas when forced with a topic, the short time limits, and the huge amounts of them per month making me hate them so much. However, with the realisation that a memoir didn’t… Continue reading Student Reflections on Writing
I am at a nonfiction pd, the lecturer has every teacher write for 7 minutes about what happened at 8:30 to explore the question "How many truths are there?" Here is mine: “Why did I drink so much coffee?” I thought to myself. “And why the hell did we get here so dang early?”… Continue reading My 8:30
Underwater roots, 2016 Oma's hands, 2011 [Caught bird interrupted], 2017
Recent ruminations: While spending time with family in Nicaragua these last couple of days, I have also undertaken the task of finding written works on the participation of women in the Nicaraguan revolution in the 70s. I have come to realize quickly how I take for granted the words "inquiry", "feminism", "participation", and "narratives". July… Continue reading Participation of Nicaraguan women in the revolution: voices forgotten and overlooked.
My first memory has her hair pulled up, fanning from her crown in two layers down her neck and back. The bottom layer, the one not lifted opens like a peacock’s ornaments, dense in the middle and transparent toward the edges—lace pulling apart. In this particular memory, my mother is trying to leave my father… Continue reading The Woman Who Rescues Wasted Things
Chinese myth says the Koi fish, a curving, graceful creature seen gliding below lily pads is possessed of a searching soul. These Koi grow to be enormous and are roofed in golden scales that resemble coins. According to myth, 360 Koi collectively swam up river and left the serenity of their pool to eventually reach… Continue reading Fish
A Practical Framework for Approaching Omniscience in Your Lifetime I. Abstract: The Framework in a Nutshell I spend every Sunday afternoon at my parents’ house to use their washer and dryer. We’re close as a family, so it suits us. In between telling the week’s stories and sitting down to eat, my eye wanders over… Continue reading Order, Disorder, Reorder