Why do the things that mean the most to us as kids mean the most to us? (I have a lot of questions lately.) It's all some grand tapestry of a conspiracy, of DESTINY in my mind: Walt Whitman and I, each coming into the world many May 31's a part. I don't have courage … Continue reading why didn’t i know?, or a brief study in neil perry
Lately I've been listening to a lot of John Williams' music for the Harry Potter movies, specifically the end track to Sorcerer's Stone: "Leaving Hogwarts." (Okay, my sweet fellow Puffs. I know you're worried and you're soft, and I love you. Put a snack in your backpack, because it's time for us to go.) I'm still a big … Continue reading leaving hogwarts
When I was in the 8th grade, I saw Dead Poets' Society for the first time, and I felt like I knew who I was supposed to be. I felt completely validated. I had been right all along about the power and importance of books and plays and poetry and following your dreams. I already … Continue reading what if you were already extraordinary?