We’re being taught BANG!, a tabletop game set in the mostly-mythical Wild West world of duels and sheriffs and gold. Half of us have never played, so even starting the game has turned out to be a chaotic process, but it’s been fun so far. At the start of the game, I drew the card of the “Renegade,” so my character’s goal is to be the last woman standing—an unexpectedly strategic role for a game that comes in a bullet-shaped canister.
Category: university writing classes
These posts were written in response to prompts for writing classes at university. Now, as an adult, I wouldn’t necessarily point to them as prime examples of my writing, but I see the value of keeping them up as signposts in my journey into writing as a career.
gray skies
It’s been a gray week. In the weather, sure, but also in my head. Getting out of bed in the morning has become a monumental effort. Work, classes, and other responsibilities are low-priority background noises. I’m distractible, irritable, not fully present wherever my body is. It’s strange. I’m not quite myself. And it’s even stranger… Continue reading gray skies
a deep breath
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. It happens as… Continue reading a deep breath
adulting
This summer, I signed my first lease. At the time, I felt that it should’ve been an event—after all, it was a life milestone. I was an adult now. I had to pay rent now. But instead it was alarmingly easy.
in the garden
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. Most people who… Continue reading in the garden
sending the route
The thick mats that cover the floors of this climbing gym are supposedly not meant for lounging, but no one seems to mind. Hailey and I are on our backs, arms pressed together, chatting about everything and nothing as our boyfriends attempt to climb a difficult undercut route nearby.
shades of blue
In the summer of 2017, in the midst of our mother-daughter New York trip, my mom and I get the chance to visit the National September 11 Memorial Museum. Neither of us know what to expect.
hallelujah
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. It happened as… Continue reading hallelujah
for papa
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. When I was… Continue reading for papa
I have kids now?
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. When I moved… Continue reading I have kids now?
