Scribblings
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“The Whole Earth is Our Hospital”

Earlier this summer, a short personal essay of mine was published by Critical Read, a non-profit publisher committed to artistry and literacy. I highly recommend exploring the site and am including a link to my own essay below: Although I wrote this reflection shortly after returning home from Scotland in the spring, it remains relevant. Continue reading
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Beautiful Lines
As a writer, I spend a great deal of time editing and lamenting over my own work. Admittedly, I probably should spend more time revising papers than text messages, (yay, overthinking!) but in either case I am painfully aware of my weaknesses as a writer. However, sometimes I surprise myself as the ink on my Continue reading
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Unravel

The irony is that I was unable to write this story for several months due to the demands of the everyday… enjoy! ;) Unravel Not another! she thought, plucking at a thread on her favorite navy blue jumper. It hurt her to pull on it, she was so fond of the old sweater. With Continue reading
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The Girl in the Red Dress
I am a pianist, but I have long suffered from stage fright. My junior undergraduate piano recital was yesterday and, true to my philosophy that no art is complete without a proper understanding of other art forms, I used literature such as Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner to create program notes to give greater depth Continue reading
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Three o’Clock in the Morning

Three in the morning, an hour of woe, Breathes heartache and mourning and deepest sorrow. Its minutes are counted with seconds and sighs As in blanket-mound bed fears dance ‘fore sore eyes. The moments just lumber- a funeral dirge- While we, seeking slumber, turn, toss on its verge. The stillness is silence as cold as Continue reading
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Requiem: a short story for a conservatory

Note: any resemblance to real places and people is probably not coincidental. ;) Enjoy! Requiem “Are the rumors true? Are they?” Trent, by far the youngest of the ghosts that inhabited Rowell Hall, rushed through a closed door and into the Continue reading
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The Same Sun

“There is nothing quite like the moment when an idea strikes and you can whip out your notebook and favorite pen and scrawl away for an hour. I’ve been going nonstop for weeks now and was overjoyed to have time to write something other than my 30 page political manifesto. (*cries from post-paper-writing trauma*) Anyway, Continue reading
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