I Am Not Where I Work [and neither are you]

In three days, I turn twenty-four. Twenty-four. It feels heavy and somehow makes me look in the mirror a different way. And while I'm genuinely ecstatic to be celebrating another year of life--- [One of my best friends is getting married this weekend. Best birthday present ever!] ---It makes me wonder how I’ve gotten this far and haven’t …

A Great Many Things

I sit in the upstairs corner of Franklin's new local coffee shop, The Frothy Monkey. Sunlight peaks in coyly through the old, spotted window--as if she is unsure whether or not she will be interrupting our conversation. "This history professor," the woman says, in-between sips of a small, sweet latte, "he told her that she …