Why should I go to Washington? Freshman Renee thought. There’s nothing for me there. At the time, I was a theatre education major who really just wanted to bring stories to life. In fact, I didn’t even want the educator part tacked on to my degree. Since then my motivations haven’t changed, only my methods.... Continue Reading →
(She’s my mom; she’s my best friend; we're silly.) When I first arrived, my impression of D.C. was “white.” The Washington Monument. The Lincoln Memorial. The Capitol. And the most obvious: The White House. All white. All pure and symbolic. (As my Nana pointed out, Washington D.C. is powerful. It is impressive. It is timeless.)... Continue Reading →
THE POSTERCHILDREN: ORIGINS by Kitty Burroughs, aka quipquipquip Kitty’s Website Kitty’s Patreon TPC on Gumroad TPC on Storenvy The Posterchildren: Origins, or TPC for short, is one of my personal favorites in my bookshelf collection. Written by Kitty Burroughs, the series features super-powered teens working their way through public hero boarding school. It’s available on... Continue Reading →
I can't say how many of these there will be. These three snapshots compose the second post in a series I can't put a number to. The first can be read here. Thankfully, these didn't manage to be as depressing as the first set, with #6 perhaps being the exception. These, more for me maybe... Continue Reading →
Here's a fun challenge: take a stroll around Lafayette Square as the sunlight wanes, and peer into every uncovered window. There is a ghost in every single one of them. Everywhere in D.C. is haunted: Lafayette Square, Georgetown, the White House. And why shouldn’t the White House be haunted? Imagine all of the tragedies, injustices,... Continue Reading →
Many photographs line the hall in route to my office. Though they are all recognizably pictures that are housed in the Archives, they are not obviously attached to moments, stories, or people. It's a long hallway too. Walking by them everyday inspires me, in a sense. Every photo in that hallway has a story we... Continue Reading →
(Hello, internship! How do I look?) When my Mimi first asked what I would be doing at my internship, I proudly told her – in the words made famous by Nicholas Cage: "I'm going to steal the Declaration of Independence." Which elicited a look of horror from her. Of course, I won't actually steal the... Continue Reading →
(The first glimpse of the city out the window of the plane.) True to form, the very first thing I did when I arrived in D.C. was get sick. It wasn't a terrible illness, but the cold put quite the damper on my orientation experience. I slept far more than I was awake, which is... Continue Reading →
So this has nothing to do with D.C. except in that I wrote it on the plane ride here. It is inspired by and dedicated to my good friend, Nick Koontz. Much love goes to him from up here, and I'll be so glad to see him again in December. While I had said half-jokingly... Continue Reading →
Clothes are littered around the floor of my room, patches of overgrown weeds that seem to get larger with every hour. Shoeboxes stack a mile high in the corner of the room. Then there are the folded clothes, judgmentally sitting alone on the bed. They know they are better than the mess on the floor.... Continue Reading →
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