A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
The Plight of the Modern Day Boy Band
No, I am not embarrassed for liking Harry Styles. But why do people make me feel as if I should? The Current Problem After the release of Harry Styles’ first album, self-titled, I didn’t give it a good listen. This wasn’t for any particular reason, maybe it was a lack of time...however, I wonder if it was something more. Maybe I inherently thought his super fans hyped it up too much (spoiler: they didn’t). But, after my sister convincingly had me listen to his second album, Fine Line, I was immediately hooked.
The Legend of the Lake
May 1st, 1933 8:00 AM The sound of the wind whistles through the risen mainsail. It’s our first outing in May. The air is cool and tight. The fog blocks all visibility out on the lake. Only figures and blobs are to be seen, other than Andreas. Though we are next to each other, he is the helmsman for today. We switch every weekend. Last week was me, this week is him, and so on. Otherwise, we would always be bumping into each other.
It’s time to get ooky-spooky! It is officially October, and that means pumpkin spice everything, jack-o'lantern contests, Halloween Pinterest boards, Amazon wish lists, and of course, the perfect playlist for your Halloweekend.
The Birch Tree
Growing up, a birch tree stood tall in my front yard. It had beautiful white bark and was covered in these clusters of tiny little flowers. In autumn, the leaves would turn yellow, overwhelming our house with color. My sisters and I would rake the leaves into a big pile to jump in and throw at each other, only to re-rake again. On the sturdiest of branches, my dad attached a little turquoise swing with yellow ropes and pushed us as high as it could go. I loved the tummy drop the swing gave me. After the leaves disintegrated and the snow started to fall, the white bark would hold snowflakes; the serenity of winter. This birch tree was my absolute favorite tree. It holds some of my first memories.
The Unspoken Voicemail
My alarm woke me up too early today. It makes me think of you. You made me change it so it wouldn’t wake you up. Do you remember? It was only two months into our relationship. Almost three years ago now.
When the sun comes out on a cloudy day I think of the way you will look out the window, Smile wide and say, “Here comes the sun…”
Owning Your Story: The Power in Sharing
The world survives on storytelling. Whether it be folklore passed on through generations, a book, a religious dance, or a performance of Ancient Greek theatre, storytelling has always been a way for humans to connect, hear new perspectives, and share wisdom.
It’s harder to sleep when I’m not at home. I have no dreams when I’m all alone. They say it gets easier after a while,
A House Is Not a Home
When I think about home, I don’t think of a building. I don’t see the green grass covering the lawn. I don’t picture the empty living room table.
The Boy and His Voilin
There was a boy in central park that was playing the violin. His bow was beginning to break: the horsehair was slowly detaching.
Il Melo Cotogno
The melo cotogno stands tall in our backyard. The tree branches are just getting sturdy, the leaves are bright green, and the fruit is nearly ripe.
An Alternate Creation
Monday, September 3rd. 9:00 AM. The first day of classes. “What if they got the story of Adam and Eve wrong?” “We all know of the classic biblical story, Adam and Eve: the first man and woman, the creation. Adam is placed in the garden of Eden. He is told to eat freely, that he can pick whatever he would like off of any tree...except for one. The tree of knowledge of good and evil should remain untouched. Eve is then made from Adam’s rib. Then suddenly a serpent appears to taunt and convince Eve to pick an apple off of this forbidden tree. Eve then gives some of the fruit to Adam. They are now blessed with knowledge but cursed with the destruction of evil concepts; shame and embarrassment, evil and deceit. God then explains the consequences of their actions and they are thus banished from the garden of Eden. Original sin.”