Identity theft.

Every human is a different chemical compound, each with its own unfathomably complicated molecular structure and interactions, and depending on the temperature and pH of the environment, these molecules will behave in different ways and exist in different forms. Sometimes we describe the temper as a cup and lose it when it’s full, or imagine [...]

This is how I used to blog.

If you have time one day, try to wander into winter, and come across clouds gently dropping snowflakes to the earth. Feel the peace and the slowness, and think of all the symbolism each falling crystal has. Think of how they teach you in elementary school that each is one-of-a-kind, and think of how that [...]

The saga of Zoey Zane.

The ever-proverbial “they” say that one of the ways to keep your blog “interesting” and “relevant” and “relatable” (for which Firefox suggests “palatable” and “inflatable” as spelling suggestions, I might add) is write about “current events,” because back in the day when there was no Internet and the radio just came out, people used to [...]

Nebraska: Rosa Parks Parkway et al.

In case you didn’t glean it from Leila’s subtle nudging, I was born in the windswept grass-desert of Nebraska and raised, as we all are in this god-forsaken state, with corn between my teeth, hay tucked behind my ears and rivermuck between my toes.
I always reveal this with a measure of tribulation because for a [...]

Hippies!

Well, just one really.
The Midwest doesn’t produce them in anything approaching a premium, afterall. Anyway, I’ve made acquaintance with some odd sort of hippie-esque creature, who appeared one morning in the elevator and then again (on another morning) in the dining hall, sitting across from me, dressed in pajama bottoms and a tye-dye shirt with [...]

I am a creature of sweat and grime.

Sweat.
Sweat.
It’s a cold day. Yet, my skin is leaking sweat. My insides are leaking out. I am a thin membrane trying vainly to contain a sea, an ocean of salty, liquid nerves or heat or shame. It boils inside of me, simmering as the cold wind whips and provides slim refuge from the leaking, oily [...]

Robert Jordan passed away.

My father told me in the car this morning just moments before letting me off at school, and I immediately fired off texts to my boyfriend and my (ex? semi?) best friend informing them of the death, despite the fact that one was in a time zone where morning had barely begun and the other [...]