The bed hardly gives as I sink into it ( Read more... )

Today I walked into the English department to vote on our English major t-shirt design ( Read more... )

            Used to shout when brothers made me mad

Used to sing when I was happy

In the supermarket

In a sermon

In the wild grass

In the dark.

But now I know better.

I used to want to know things:

“Why do ( Read more... )

11 PM, the night before Valentine's Day. Ginna is lying in bed pestering Kirsten. Kirsten is trying to get homework done.

Ginna (whiny voice): Tell me a Valentine's Day bedtime story! I want a Valentine's Day story!

Kirsten: Once there was a girl named Ginna.
    (giggles from the bed)
    She woke up on Valentine's Day and looked in her P.O. Box ( Read more... )

As my friends receive acceptance letters from various grad schools and programs around the country, I’m starting to feel a little panicky. Do I really want to be a waitress this summer? Do I really want to move back to my hometown? Do I really want to accrue even more debt by buying a car? Do I really want to be sad and lonely and have no ( Read more... )

Dear Uncle Pierce and Aunt Ruth ( Read more... )

Dear Jesus,

I saw you crying today. But I didn't know what to say, so I kept walking.

Love,
Ginna

Dr. C_______ ( Read more... )

Kirsten: Do you have any plans for Friday night ( Read more... )

Virginia “Ginna” Baker, a southern belle from Harrisonburg, VA, finds few things more awkward and embarrassing than being introduced by the wrong name, something that happens more than one might think with a simple, phoenetic name like “Ginna.”     She has spent her life trying to convince fellow southerners, including members of her extended ( Read more... )