SLAY Workshop
A goal of the workshop is be a conversation of how do we talk about the identities of these people: moving from coded language into overt language & their terms (or lack there of) vs the terminology we use today.
A goal of the workshop is be a conversation of how do we talk about the identities of these people: moving from coded language into overt language & their terms (or lack there of) vs the terminology we use today.
Shabbat Shalom from the lake! There is a spoken word song that is mostly life advice on my playlist entitled, “Be Kind to Yourself.” It tells me that “out of
Family Friday: Out of Stillness Read More »
Last week, I mentioned giving some critical analysis of the story I shared, “In Transit.” I normally hesitate to give an analysis over my own writing because I am a
“In Transit” in Reflection Read More »
Shabbat Shalom! By the time this posts, I will hopefully be in my car headed to panhandle Nebraska to bring in my Shabbat. Like many weeks of COVID-19, this has
Family Friday: Hello In There at the Human Zoo Read More »
Out of April and back to short stories and personal essays. This short story is one that I wrote while studying abroad in London and taking a creative writing class
“Dearest Betz,” the first of seven handwritten and undated letters began, and already before I finished reading the letter the words were out of my mouth, “who is Betz?” The
On The Hunt: Betz and Rena Read More »
Happy National Poetry Month, we have finally reach my last poem for the month! This is an odd little poem I wrote around ten years ago and re-wrote several years
why the sky is blue Read More »
“My dear Doctor” “Dear Miss Hebard” “My dear Dr. Grace” “My dear Dr. Hebard” “My dear Prof. Hebard” “Dear Lady” “Dear Most Wonderful” In the fall of 1905, Dr. Grace
Manhandled By History: The 1907-1908 University Scandal Read More »
On March 24th, 1924, Dr. Grace Raymond Hebard delivered a dedication to the new library building on the University of Wyoming campus. Her eight-page speech recalled the history and growth
The Missing Diaries Read More »
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