When the heatwave hit Nebraska the cows keeled over dead— Not really dead, but nearly dead, (at least that’s what the farmers said) when the heat wave hit Nebraska. When the heatwave hit Nebraska the cornfields went bone dry— Not real bones, just dirt and stones. The baking skies were filled with moans when the... Continue Reading →
Perelandra is the second book in C.S. Lewis' space trilogy. The book tells the story of the second adventure of Professor Elwin Ransom as he travels to the planet Venus (called Perelandra in the story). Where the first book in the trilogy, Out of the Silent Planet, focused a great deal of energy on philology and providing... Continue Reading →
Elantris was the first book published by now-prolifically successful author Brandon Sanderson. My first exposure to Sanderson's work was The Emperor's Soul, a novella which takes place in the same world as Elantris. Here are some of my thoughts about the book, spoiler-free: First Book Published - After having read more recent Brandon Sanderson books, it is clear that Elantris is an... Continue Reading →
I had the opportunity to read a wide selection of books this summer. Feel free to comment below. What did you think of them? Being Mortal by Atul Gawande A powerful book about contemporary American end-of--life care. This book widened my comprehension of how Americans view death and spurred me to ask some questions about... Continue Reading →
I got my first pinwheel at a Fourth of July parade, sweating on a steaming curb. I was five years old at the time, and I could show you I knew it too, five pudgy fingers spread wide. Women on stilts with star-spangled pants tossed pinwheels to the kids below. I’d like to think I... Continue Reading →
The apple tree and me. The two of us: me, beneath the tree but not in the shade; the tree, beneath the sun but not in the light. Clouds over me and the apple tree, which makes three: the clouds, the apple tree, and me. Or four—if you count the sun. But really,... Continue Reading →
All Three He’s parleying at the ice cream parlor. A truth, a truce, a tune. She’s sidling down the silo steps. A might, a night, a June. They’re shifting to a seaing ship. A sail, a soul, a spoon. And angled high above strung love, The sun, the stars, the moon. -M.M.
My sunglasses safely sit on the shelf. The sandals and shells sail away, And I semi-sadly sit by myself, As summer slips softly away. There is something magical about beginnings and endings. Beginnings draw you in, excite you, and stir your curiosity. Beginnings may daunt you. They sat that starting is the hardest part,... Continue Reading →