He will always be home. The smell of that apple-scented candle lingering through the vents of the house Shoes with muddy tongues lined up by the front door Red, hot stove burners alive on Sunday mornings Scratches and greasy fingerprints cluttering the worn porcelain bowls Battered pillows covered in drool and old make up Wrinkled… Continue reading Residency.
After anxiously sitting and listening through classes until 6:25 pm with my concert ticket snugged away in my purse next to me, it was time to head to the Oracle to see Chance the Rapper on his concert stop in Oakland for his Be Encouraged Tour. A breezy bus ride, a Bart hot and stuffed… Continue reading Saw an Angel at the Oracle Arena Last Night (Na, Na, Na, Na).
I am not your trophy... I am not here to be shown off, glorified, or acknowledged when your friends and co-workers come around only to be thrown in a box in your dark basement any other day. See, you probably don't see the difference between me and the golden inanimate object because you're not in… Continue reading Golden Girl
In The Country of the Pointed Firs, the narrator learns how to be. By be, I mean how to simply exist. There’s no specific rules or guidelines for how to live, the only thing that matters is that you are existing. This theme of existence is present in each of the women’s stories. Mrs. Todd… Continue reading The Country of the Pointed Firs