An Ode to Stimson
“Your shirt smells like Stimson,” someone tells you. There’s not a specific smell that you can pinpoint as smelling like an entire building, but you know exactly what they mean. Yet — you haven’t been in Stimson in, like, eight…
resistance
i love our soft forms of resistance quick kisses in the hotel hallway laughing together while getting eaten by mosquitoes touching our toes together in a hot tub it’s a hot summer full of anger and fear i’m swimming…
What the post-Goucher world taught me about my dad’s old advice
When I was a student at Goucher, my dad would encourage me to try to learn a “hard skill” before I graduated. The workplace was a practical beast, he cautioned, and I needed a way to make myself stand out….
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