You’re toxic, I’m slipping under. She sent me 21 snippets of paper with one word on each and said, “Here. Make a poem out of these.” The idea excited me, the poet in me, until I finally told her I couldn’t be her friend any longer. A week later I opened the slips and saw the…
I met Heidi at summer camp at the University of Oregon in 2008, roughly 6 1/2 years ago. We’ve been good friends for years, despite us always living three hours apart. Sometimes we won’t talk for months, but we always pick back up where we left off, which is a sign of a true best…
I’ve learned a lot in college so far. Some things I know I’ll use in the future, like the phases of stuttering or what progress to expect from a child’s speech and language development at various ages. Some things I most likely won’t, like the difference between a pirate and a maroon on 18th century…
Yesterday was my the 17th birthday of one of my best friends, Heidi. Our friendship fascinates me because it is in so many ways atypical: it started with utter dislike, was never anything but long-distance, and these days we talk so rarely that we should grow apart but we never do. Heidi and I met…
Victim to Charm 