Stories

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the over-wrought heart and bids it break.”

Shakespeare, Macbeth, act 4, scene 3

I realized...my mortality

That day in McCrory’s, my mom taught me what courage looked like up close

I realized...I can't always plan

I realized...bias would limit my life

I realized...my son is on his way

I realized...coursework wasn't enough

I realized...the solace of books

I realized...I wanted a life with whales