It’s 12:36 am on March 10th, 2019. My friends just left. I am listening to Norah Jones, and reflecting on the past year of life. It has been the best year of my life. It has been the first year of my life. In this year I have discovered I enjoy life. It was not always this way. Prior to this year, I felt as though I was waiting for life to begin. It was grey and now it is white.Read More
If memoir is an apple falling to the earth, then an essay is gravity.