Grad School Confessional

(This post originally appeared on the BSU English blog.)

In my final spring semester at Ball State, before the air became toxic from the dogwood trees near the Atrium, I was over college. The sleepless nights and the mountains of reading were something I had been looking forward to leaving behind. My mighty keyboard had vanquished all of the research papers lurking in the shadows, and the hefty textbooks could find new homes.  Continue reading “Grad School Confessional”


Ode to Sylvia

“July 1950 – I may never be happy, but tonight I am content….At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…” – from the Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

I have never quite understood my fascination with Sylvia Plath. From my first encounter with The Bell Jar to my in-depth studies of her poetry, I have always had an admiration for her ability to weave a devil-may-care sense of despair between the lines.  Continue reading “Ode to Sylvia”