The fountain pen dropped. With it spread all of its black ink on the floor that she had filled only minutes before. Perhaps its nib had broken too. 618 more words
Last night I kept having a repeated nightmare:
the scariest kind that there is…
I am making a fool of myself
It was of the same flavor that I consistently had the night before going back to school when I was a kid and teenager… 423 more words
It’s the Barretts’ last night as residents of Bloomington, at least for the foreseeable future.
I got here 3 weeks shy of 11 years ago, coming here with the specific objectives of finishing an undergrad degree in voice, possibly going on to a Masters, all in the service of the overall goal of setting myself up to be A World Famous Operatic Tenor. 788 more words