The summer my Grandpa Wally fell, the hospital conditionally released him to a nursing home for a week of physical therapy. I remember the look on his face when they put him in his temporary new room and the words out of his mouth, “Get me the hell out of here.” There was nothing I …
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 was written in 2020 quarantine. Judging from my social feeds, my sister and I are not alone in finding an old favorite a little too …
Each Thursday I will be pulling something from my personal writing archives to share until the archives run out! Buckle in for some poetry, short stories, personal essays, and book reviews! I thought that I would start with one of my favorite genres, personal nonfiction. I wrote this piece while studying abroad in London in …
