It’s hard not to be sentimental when you’re two weeks away from graduating college. The chances of me going back to school are slim-to-none. So a strange reality has started to soak in: I’m not about to get out of school and have that summer fling, job, fun, etc. for 3 months and then get right back to it. No, that was just my life for the past 21 years (except the first few, and...
Even though I’ve seen Titanic in classic 2D countless times, there was no way I wasn’t going to see it in 3D…sixteen dollars, sixteen shmollars. AND it was Kevin’s first time to see it. How anyone in the world hasn’t seen Titanic is beyond me. Also, how I wept even though it was my umpteenth viewing is also beyond me. Titanic was a truly tragic event, but I...
“Come into the peace of Wild Things” - Wendell Berry
Teen Spirit circa 1994
Came out over a year ago now, Parents told me get out the house, Good luck out the closet. Mom blamed It on the X, the generation or the drugs I don’t know which. Moved in with Some friends who didn’t care, started Dressing in black, stopped Washing my hair. Grew out my nails And let the dirt linger there. My room was night, thin papers Echoed across the floor, tubes And contraptions...
Quiche, and Other Things Bon Appétit
Last night, my best friends and I got all dolled up for my sorority formal. After an arduous night of dancing and indulging in Prohibition era-like activities, my best friend Sara and I ditched our little black dresses for a couple of aprons the next morning. Obviously, a quiche was in order. But when you wake up with your tummy rumbling, it’s best to opt for mini-quiches, a quick, easy,...
My Pictorial Ode to Sofia Coppola's Marie...
Who I Am.
It is a well known fact that the generation you grow up in affects the way you think and act. But somedays, I picket women’s rights like in 1917; I shock society by sipping on moonshine in a short skirt at a Gatsby-esque party; I fight to survive with the strength of a woman in the 1930s; I cry for the...