Happy Mothers' Day, Wanderers. Today's blog post is an essay I wrote three years ago for one of my writing classes. It's called "Love," and it's about my mother. This one's for you, Momma. I love you. --Erin It’s in the way my mother does laundry. When we are home, and, more often, when we… Continue reading Love. (For my mom)
I love the earthy smell, the heaviness of the air right before it rains. I love the clouds, moody and blackening as they unfurl, ushered by wind and suspended above the earth on strings. And I love putting in my earphones and blocking out the rest of the world, just so I can watch the raindrops race… Continue reading For autumn.
Hey, y'all. I'm almost out of my last week of school. Three more days till I'm home!! Craziness. Anyway, I've been in a class called Reading and Writing Creative Non-Fiction all quarter, which basically means I'm writing personal essays, a.k.a. perfect blog material. I just finished editing my final personal essays for my portfolio, so… Continue reading Ad Somnum, Ad Somnium: a Requiem.