"How calm, how solemn it grows to ascend the atmosphere of lovers" Art by Margaret C. Cook, inspired by Walt Whitman's poem, "Scented Herbage of My Breast" * In this poem, Whitman evokes the image of leaves to signify strong, innermost desires. The herbage of his breast are l…

I'm still trying to get my old reading groove back, which was, for better or for worse, altered permanently by law school. I'm only recently easing my way back into my old habits of enjoying sentences, taking my time, and not feeling like highlighting everything in preparation for a recitation or an…

Hills to Die On: In which I try to defend trivial, nonsensical things I am entitled to like despite a small but very vocal aspect of society's — i.e. the Internet's — disapproval. Yes, in the grand scheme of things, none of this matters, but it's still fun to pretend that people will care about…

"This is not a devaluing of your pain but a dethroning. An adjustment of the microscope’s lens. Look up. The fireworks have started." — Happy New Year , Sierra DeMulder So, where to begin. First,  a brief background: The short of it is that I was not supposed to let my old domain go. …