FALL 2017
Posted in Uncategorized on Sep 4th, 2017
I had my tea now and grieved about the exam. Leaving a whole essay question unanswered! How could I expect to get better than a C? This passage gives a peek into the mind of the narrator, and it shows that she has been suppressing her mourning by creating an almost obsessive normality. As you […]
Posted in Uncategorized on Sep 3rd, 2017
But he didn’t give me my first tattoo till a year later, the day after we were married: a little butterfly pooled in the small of my back. Five years later, he began referring to it as his “early work,” even though he’d been tattooing for twenty-five years before he met me. Lois narrates the […]
Posted in Uncategorized on Sep 3rd, 2017
She put one of the smaller pumpkins on Clark’s long lap. “Now, nothing surreal,” she told him. “Carve just a regular face, these are for kids.” This line from “Yours” by Mary Robison is more then just about a jack-o-lantern carving. It is an indirect dying request to a loved one. Alison, the narrator, request is […]
Posted in Uncategorized on Sep 3rd, 2017
“I used to drive out to the site of the accident all the time — a willow tree on Route 987. The last time I went the tree was still healing. The farmlands were a grim powdery blond in the white sun, and the earth was still ragged from winter. I sat there in my […]