There was a time when the hashtag was still merely a pound sign. Now though, hashtags permeate the minds of the millennial generation. Not only do they appear on phone screens, but they also worm their way into conversation. I’d say I think of them because I’m a social media intern, but that’s not really... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
(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 →
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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