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IN THE NAME OF EDUCATION
As mentioned elsewhere, I’ve dreamt about knowing things since I was a little girl. Knowing all things from why some plants are green to why time is infinite on the event horizon of a…
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THOUGHT DAUGHTER
On March 2, 2025, I finished my eighth volume of the journal I’ve kept since I was 16. Quite the feat, if I may say so myself. I started writing a bit younger than…
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The Presentation Means Everything
My senior year of college, I was at a karaoke bar standing at a table in the back watching probably one of the most impressive karaoke sessions that bar had ever seen. She strutted…
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My Library
The professor who taught my Elizabethan Era Shakespeare class had an office that probably spanned the entirety of my downstairs. I mean, colossal. This was COVID-era college, and Professor Vitkus required cameras on and…
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new year at the wolf den
Candles are lit in a quiet house with really the only sound being 8 paws tapping the laminate flooring and the occasional horn blaring. And so, with the smell of “Green oak & Moss,”…
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I Don’t Even Like Figs
I am filled with envy. A type of envy that leads to ear-burning, shameful yearning for something, anything, else. With flushed cheeks and an ache in my chest, I yearn to be something other…
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The divine comedy
Big news for Wolf Den Books, today–I’ve finished The Divine Comedy. Hold your applause. The Comedy sat on my shelves for sometime between 5-7 years. And each year that passed, I though to myself,…
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Morning Crises and other thoughts over coffee
I’ve recently had an accident. Typical and Mundane; an accident nonetheless. Accidents are interesting even when they are Typical and Mundane. I fell off my bike. I did that when I was 5 as…
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I am Not a Reductionist, but Boy is it Fun
Author’s Note: This was written on a whim in college. I found it in my Google Docs a couple of years after it was written. I do not edit essays–let me have my reductionist…
The Academy
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