Yesterday was three years ago, passing broken bodies of deer on the sides of every road. Their white bellies, slender, bent necks. I thought of her. Every black-eyed doe was the crack of her forehead on the steering wheel. Every dun-colored body was the bruises they say marked her face, kisses from impact. Passing their […]
Memoirs are my Mount Everest.
What I’ve been up to, where I’m headed–an overview.
A self-reflection on my first weeks at college.
Who I am, what I do, and why this blog exists.