The following is a modified portion of a letter which I wrote shortly after Easter. I hadn’t written it with the CS Lewis quote, included at the end, at the forefront of my mind, but perhaps it was back in the recesses of my memory. And oh, it fits so well. …Ordinarily I would fill …
A few weekends ago, Brandon asked if we could go fishing. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly agreed knowing it would be long and slow and well boring for me. But fishing brings Brandon joy and being with Brandon brings me joy, so saying “no” didn’t really make sense. My consolation was that we would …
“In my end is my beginning,” T.S. Eliot writes in his poem “Four Quartets.” It’s one of my favorite poems, especially since I’ve been thinking about endings and beginnings a lot lately. In less than a month, I will graduate from college, pack up my things, and move away from the apartment I’ve called home …
I take the MCAT on Saturday. Seven hours and thirty minutes of an exam, the culmination not only of nearly five months of studying six days a week but also three years of undergraduate science classes. All to produce a three-digit score that could bend the trajectory of where I could go to medical school, …
Growing up, Palm Sunday was about putting on my second best Sunday dress (the best was obviously saved for Easter Sunday), and parading down the aisle of the church with my other Sunday School friends and shouting “Hosanna!” Little Leah loved the attention and how special that Sunday felt. I loved the routine and tradition …
