In the basement of my house are stacks of boxes full of my family’s precious photo albums. These cardboard treasure chests contain records that chronicle the histories of my parents, my siblings, and me, yet I’m not privy to them. They’ve remained sealed away, safe but untouched, for as long as ...
Houses are living things. Maybe not quite as sentient as Encanto’s Casita or the literal living house in Monster House, but they have hearts—a pulse beating through the pipes, a unique personality built into the walls, memories ingrained in the foundation. There's credence to the saying, home is ...
In typical unfortunate October fashion, I’m inundated with due dates and midterms and fighting to keep my head above water. Recently, I washed up on the third floor of List after midnight, sleepily typing out an email to my professor—the studio door was locked, dashing hopes of meeting yet another ...
Nope. Nope. Not that one. Ehh… Definitely not that one. Nope…
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