- First Place in Critique Challenge
- Runner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge
The Ten CloudsRunner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge
In the time before time, a single cloud encircled the world. The Great Cloud sent rain and snow. The Great Cloud trembled with thunder and flashed with lightning. The Great Cloud hung endless and low, sleeping. Sometimes in dreaming, the Great Cloud would yawn, and in the parting the people of the world below would look up and see the light of the golden sun and the hidden blue sky.
- Top Story - July 2023
Monet's Garden at Sainte-Adresse hung over my grandmother's fireplace. As a child, this made perfect sense to me because I believed Garden at Sainte-Adresse was a painting of my grandmother's house. She lived on Jamaica Bay in Breezy Point, New York. Like Monet's terrace, her wrap around deck was lined with plastic planters of red and pink geraniums, impatients, and begonias. When you stepped off her deck, stained the exact, (the exact!) orange as the fence in the painting, you stepped directly onto the beach. There were fewer boats, true, and buildings in the distance (the skyline of lower Manhattan, no less), but when I was young correlation was enough. Sainte-Adresse and Breezy Point were the same to me. What was France? What was Europe? Who was Claude Monet? My grandmother's house, her beach, her waves, her red and pink flowers - this was the center of the universe.
- Runner-Up in Dancing with Distraction Challenge
- Top Story - May 2023
- Top Story - May 2023
My Dear FriendTop Story - May 2023
I. Spring It was spring when we met. I knew who you were, of course. You were the teaching fellow for my political philosophy class, and the most brilliant woman I'd ever seen. Like a great sorceress, you had a way of transforming complex ideas into simple words. Like a great teacher, you asked provocative questions which gave space for many answers. It was a challenging class for a lecture hall of undergrads looking to fulfill a credit, but I saw how deeply you cared, and realized I cared deeply too. More than that, I was good at this class. While a collective sigh of despair went up when exams were handed out, I was having fun. My papers were filled with your exclamation marks and encouragement. Walking down the street that spring afternoon after our final exam, I saw you, and I wanted to tell you all of this.