A few months ago, the only thing about graduation I was really looking forward to was the dinner... maybe thrifting a cute dress. Taking pictures with my friends. A barbecue in someone's backyard. Pretty much all of the traditional social reinforcement that comes from celebratory events like graduations. It's not why I pushed through 5… Continue reading A Graduate’s Thoughts on Graduating in a Pandemic
Mild Trigger Warning: Emotional Triggers, Generational Trauma If the mind is a forest, then my stream of consciousness is a river cutting down the middle. The nutrient rich deposits the river brings wake me up, bring meaning, and are as key to my health as my beating heart. The river shapes the forest, and brings… Continue reading The gentle forest.
For the past few years on Thanksgiving morning my mom has woken me up at the crack of dawn in an honorable attempt at getting me to run our town's annual turkey trot with her. She's a multi-marathon runner, so a 5k is a hoverboard ride in the park and the perfect way to kick… Continue reading Turkey Trot 2017
Here are some characters from a spot up North where 50-year-old log cabins sit in the woods and women in cowboy hats wade in lakes and men sleep on grape juice bottles and the trout are very easy to catch if you have a vocal dog helping you out. Happy Monday neighbor. -SJT
This week's story is all about why my eyes hurt. I'm really tired of feeling inadequate after spending 40 hours a week at school, and consequently sleep deprived; and that sense of dread about my college decision. It's a bummy thought, but there it is. Edit: Or maybe I just need a new prescription.
It's not finals week around here anymore, but the artificial need for coffee remains as dire as ever. Happy Spring quarter! Stay happy, healthy, and hydrated! And if that means sustaining yourself with warm bean nectar, by all means you do you honey.
I've been warned to beware my energy output when it comes to things, and yet, things are everywhere. We are things ourselves. Things happen. Things change. Things fall into our laps and things break. Things fill life and fill us in turn.
A few weeks ago I was killing time at Whole Foods and overheard a conversation between two women sipping tea and kale salad. One asked the other for advice on how to build a resume after her making a recent decision to go back to work. Like Shirley, I'm gonna try this blogging thing again. Since I spend so… Continue reading A Restart