an inner voice makes itself heard

Something my reporting professor said in early September made me realize I want to be a writer. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. But the funny thing about that desire is that it’s under the heavier ones. Ones like having a job and having people understand what it means to do the work you … Continue reading an inner voice makes itself heard

returning to the dear place I called home

Last weekend I returned to the place that used to be my home, a place where I had an apartment and a job and a much more formed life than I do now—Charlottesville. I don’t mean to sound overly bleak. It’s just that post-grad is a lot more uncertain than I realized and I’m still … Continue reading returning to the dear place I called home