This post is proof that my 18-year-old Livejournal self is still alive and well

It’s a good day for writing, and things are starting to look up. I’m probably a morning person by biology or upbringing, if not by preference. I think those preferences have to do with evenings being mostly unscheduled, and my formative online communities were available during college, but I actually do like being up with…

A Billion Inner Lives

As I write this I’m savoring the quiet of a friend’s home, watching a backyard teeming with little lives. The favorite is a chipmunk, striped and small and round, bustling around the patio planter it’s made a home. Every so often it pauses on the corner like a gardener surveying fresh beds of vegetables. What…

Shiny Math Rocks and Communal Storytelling

Here I am amidst a pile of polite rejection letters, redesigning my portfolio and resume for the fourth time as my beloved institution winds down to a sad silence. I’m in desperate need of distraction. There’s a topic that’s been on my heart almost since the beginning of this blog, but I’ve struggled to find…