Tag Archives: Writing

Poetry, a Sabbatical Story

“Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.” -Pablo Neruda I’ve always loved writing – especially poetry – which I started experimenting with in middle school when all things feel like … Continue reading

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Sundays

Sometimes, on Sunday evenings, I feel in my body, the sense memory from my senior year of high school of the hours after a swim meet, or a tennis match, or a calculus test. Growing up these were the markers, … Continue reading

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