When I was young, I often wished that I could make art erupt out of my fingers and wrap around my entire body. Only then could I feel the stress melt away, I thought. Only then could I feel alive when my anxiety froze everything inside of me. I thought my art form was writing.Continue reading “How Lettering Saved Me”
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C is for Chopin: The Awakening and Why Fiction Matters
One of those embarrassing pictures of my youth held hostage by the Internet featured The Awakening. My senior year of high school, I posted a series of selfies (before selfies were cool, of course) of my reaction to Kate Chopin’s classic to that early social network, Friendster. Mildly pleased at first, then bored, then scandalizedContinue reading “C is for Chopin: The Awakening and Why Fiction Matters”
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