A Poem for the Polluted Air
Yesterday, my sister sent me a song accompanied by exclamation points. “We Will Become Silhouettes” by the Postal Service came out in 2003 but sure enough it sounds like it […]
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Rabbit Holes and Reputation
While writing my master’s thesis, I spent a little over a week learning about calendars. You see, in his autobiography, Levi Sheftall double-dated the year of his birth 1739/40, despite
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Family Friday: Snip, Snip, Chop
When I was a young child I was obsessed with growing my hair down to my feet. I don’t know where I learned about Lady Godiva, but she was instantly
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The Garden
After I finished writing this story, I sat back and realized with some amount of awe that it featured the first Jewish characters I had ever written. I have shared
Canceling Class and the Art of Social Distancing
On Friday afternoon I received official word that my class, “Grace Raymond Hebard and the Pursuit of Wyoming,” must be canceled after only one meeting due to COVID-19. As each
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Family Friday: A Mother’s Patient Ear
Last night I uncovered the most adorable anecdote submitted by Dr. Grace Raymond Hebard for the 1912 edition of “The Arrow of Pi Beta Phi: Volume 29.” I immediately called
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Pendulum
There isn’t too much to say about this poem except to speak on transferrable moods and I believe the poem speaks to that plenty. Pendulum Kylie Louise McCormick
On Failure
Tonight begins Purim and I can’t help but think of where I was a year ago. Last Purim, as I gathered materials to make a homemade grogger and packed up
Family Friday: Muddy March
The crisp March air streaked with sunshine and outlined with a blue sky can only mean one thing: muddy paws. This week and weekend I am watching my sister’s puppy,
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49 States
While unpacking old notebooks, I stumbled upon the original ending of this story. Much more verbose and not quite as clever, that ending was the first piece of this story