An Ode to Leibniz Oh Leibniz swimming in a mother's milk Such a sweet delight you are.
"This is How I feel" A photographer documenting her bipolar mother If I've learned anything from the spattering of classes that have dominated my degree, it's that our memories are like a shattered mosaic -- glimpses of events put back... Continue Reading →
"Robin Williams is dead" --it came through a text from my estranged ex. "What??!!" was my reply. This can't be true. It has to be another hoax. My fingers nimbly bring up Robin Williams on my iphone. Sure enough, for... Continue Reading →