I slipped into my neon yellow and white Columbia double-layered jacket, stretched see-through-thin black gloves over my pink-laquered fingernails, and tucked my chemically curly hair under a black fleece hat – knowing the latter would be on just long enough to get out of sight of my mother – and opened the door to meet…
Tag: travel
Sabbatical, Day 79: I vs. E, and the War Within Me …
Just a couple of weeks into my freshman year, the Meyers-Briggs’ personality test was handed out to me and 200 of my closest friends in Intro to Psychology, which was housed in the auditorium-style, mauve-painted Bohannon 90.
Sabbatical, Day 28: Constellation, CrowdStrike, and Other Crises
“Who goes to Florida in July?” my friend Beavis texted, as mockingly as one can via text.
“It’s just for these events,” I replied. “It’s not like a long vacation or anything.”
Sabbatical, Day 18: Payne-Phalen, Proctor Knott, Goldenrod, and Dignity …
The ticket to the middle class my diploma-only Dads had doesn’t exist in the way it once did, not in my ore-dusted hilltop community, in Payne-Phalen, or here in Goldenrod.
Uncomfortable Things 