I turned eighteen a few months previous of September 11th. It was my Freshmen year of college; my first time away from home; my first taste of real freedom. No more curfew. No more nag, nag, nag about getting homework done. I could play my music as loud as I wanted. I could stay up [...]
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The French had Written in Their Papers: Today We Are All Americans
Posted in 9/11, Growing Up, Life, Personal, Tragedy, War, Writing on September 11, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Pressing Play
Posted in Friendship, Happiness, Health, Hope, Life, Personal, Seriously, Sickness, Writing on August 31, 2007 | 2 Comments »
It has been fifty-eight days since I have written. Anything. I sit at a computer or a blank piece of paper and freeze, though the past weeks re-play in my head like an old techno-color movie—just not as amusing.
Now I feel all rusty-hinged and out of place. No matter how wacky my senses are, or [...]
