I’m driving down the road singing Avril Lavigne at the top of my lungs. One of my best friends next to me. Windows down with my arm outstretched catching the night air. 412 more words
Tags » Reflecting
The title of this post comes from the poem “Hymn,” which Sherman Alexie felt compelled to write after what took place in Charlottesville. And like him and countless others, including scores of teachers, I, too, have felt compelled to try to put into words some of what I’ve been thinking and feeling in the wake of those horrific events—if only to try to tame those thoughts and feelings, many of which were unsettling. 972 more words
To those with hometown roots and wandering souls, this love letter is for you.
It’s been 8 years since I packed up my 18-year-old self and left Eastern Oregon for college in Kansas. 935 more words