“In one trip, I would both say goodbye to Anne and meet my newborn niece, Mynne. The space where I grieved would be the space where I adored perfect eyelids and nostrils so small you could miss them.” Read my last Big Mom on Campus column here.
Thank you so much for taking this journey with me over the last year!
“The tough part about being healthy enough to hurt is that you hurt. So I need Jesus calling forth Lazarus. I need the grave clothes tucked in the corner for another time, because this time doesn’t feel like it should be the end.”
This was a difficult column for me to write. Please feel free to read the rest of “Sweet Peaches and Grief” here and share your own thoughts and experiences.
“I learned the hard way during my fourth year that if I stopped taking Paxil, the Earth became flat, something I could fall off of, and I quickly ran back to my pills. I’d been figured out for good. Fixed.” Read the rest of my McSweeney’s column here.
“Paul and I talked. We prayed. We ate pork dumplings until it became clear. Only one destination fit perfectly into the space carved out by our dreams and budget—Best Western Plus of Virginia Beach.”
Read more about Big Mom’s vacay here.
“No one expected justice to come South in a Tiffany’s box.” Read here about the word that appeared on UVA’s Beta Bridge.
I write here about why UVA was so special to me as an undergrad. Hint: It’s not all about Jefferson’s architectural skills, though they were sweet.