While the other girls wrote about princesses and high school Queen Bees, Emily* wrote about Harriet Tubman. Her first piece in the week-long creative writing workshop began as an academic essay, but ended up being creative non-fiction.
In his process-oriented palimpsestic landscapes and portraits, Trimble works at a prolific headlong pace, alone, in a race to execute ideas to his satisfaction before the next ones appear, fully formed, to disrupt the steady silent slap of paint hitting canvas.
I used to believe list articles catered to lazy readers, those wanting to skim through an article and read no more than 40 words, all of which would be boldfaced. Then a more upsetting reason for the plethora of these glib, kitschy articles crossed my mind: The real problem is lazy writers.
As the holiday season was approaching, I received a surprise gift in my email that supported my ongoing activity blogging about how the humanities can support an education in management and my work at the University of San Francisco.
Probably contravening international law, Trump proposes we combat terrorism by systematically murdering known terrorist's parents, siblings, spouses, children, and so on, without clarifying where to stop on the family tree.
As the world welcomed 2015, I was at home in the kitchen with my mom and cousin having a major anxiety attack. I was 28. I remember trying to remain composed, but more importantly, I remember trying to remain standing.
I had been in Hong Kong briefly exactly a year before I gave that talk, at a time when the 2014 protests were still underway and this, as well as the nature and interests of the audience that came to hear me speak, gave a special meaning to that part of the festival.