New journal.

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Once, not long after Grace was born, I was laying in bed, listening to Andrew hum as he rubbed her back, willing her to sleep, when he stopped pacing and asked, “Do you remember Kimber Nash?”

I stared at the wall, trying to decide if I did indeed remember her. I rolled over onto my side as Andrew laid Grace, now sleeping, in her crib and sat ( Read more... )

English was my favorite class of the day, except for maybe band, and it was all because of my professor, Ben Fottler. He was a twenty something better suited for basketball and beer than Shakespeare and sonnets. He joked around and, at times, we learned something, but we were more likely to get nothing done and all leave happy.

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For Andrew, because I want to kill him and marry him, all at the same time ( Read more... )

The summer between my senior year in high school and freshman year in college was what my sister calls “gold and win;” it was perfect. Liquor laced and riddled with gross negligence on the part of anyone over the age of twelve, I, Elissa, Julia Stein, and Isaac Curtis managed to ruin not only our lives but the lives of everyone that came in contact ( Read more... )

Leah Smith
AMH 2010
Exam I Essay
T/R-4-515
Prof. C. Creasman

In kindergarten, students are taught that, “In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue,” and that on Thanksgiving, the Pilgrims shared a familial dinner, toasting the Pilgrims’ success and the Indians welcome to the New World. The truth, however, is that America was founded on struggle, social ( Read more... )

Matt makes me fucking crazy.

Just in case you didn't know.

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