Fiction, Essay, Photography … Sometimes Vampires
After being snowed in, cooped up, and barricaded against a week-long Polar Vortex, I have come to appreciate the simple joy of being able to walk out of the house. I live within walking distance of a free-of-charge art museum on campus. I work along the Atlantic Ocean. I can watch the sun set over… Continue reading Fresh Air
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It's not exactly a secret that in the nonprofit world, grants ends and positions dissolve and people move on. After five years, this was the fate of the urban youth development program I worked at. Grieve and mourn are heavy words and I feared them, staved them off as long as I could. Then I… Continue reading Flowers for the Dead
Last thoughts from Arizona: I learned you can read up on lost gold fortunes in a hokey desert gift shop, or see exposed mine car lines along the Superstition Mountains. A used book shelf sits in one overlooked corner of an overpacked tchotchke store. Here, I found a true gem. This is an illustrated edition… Continue reading An Astronomer-Poet in the Superstitions
Arcosanti made me question the ways I think about community and communal living, and how deeply I live out my environmentalist beliefs.
Laura Eppinger 