Okay, Here goes. This is to follow up on my post from last week, where I wrote, in parentheses, “And I want to read all …

Writer and Historian
Okay, Here goes. This is to follow up on my post from last week, where I wrote, in parentheses, “And I want to read all …
I never read The Great Gatsby in high school. Nor did I read The Color Purple. Or Lord of the Flies. Emma. Fahrenheit 451. Great …
The first time it happened, I think, was in 2008, in a place called Dornbirn, Austria. I had visited friends in Germany for a few …
It’s a warm day in May 2013. I’m sitting in an office at my university, going on about the year’s worth of history books I’ve …
I’ve always been a writer. I was that kid who wrote my own versions of stories after reading the classics, who folded and stapled papers …
I didn’t spend my first weekend completely alone in my childhood home until I was twenty-eight years old. Bizarre, I know, that it took that …
“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.” That first line–and dozens of others–from Charlotte Brontë’s masterpiece are permanently etched in my …
When I returned to the United States after seven months in Germany, I had the peculiar feeling that I’d left something back in Europe….turns out it was a part of myself.