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Moving In
I always imagine that moving is going to be something akin to a sequence. A series of steps in which boxes are created, transported, and piled up in the new location. Perhaps if one belongs to the economic stratum that can afford to hire professional movers (or is a member of the Armed Forces), this…
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Welcome to San Diego
Moving here has been less than smooth, but in my first week it really went off-script. It started well enough, with our friends Jon and John graciously helping us load the U-Haul late into the night. Jon even came with us the following morning to take a vanload of stuff down and unload said truck.…
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End of the End of the End
Graduation. An event that had been so far off for so long, my dazed mind refused to believe it could actually be happening. And yet, here it was, a weekend of visitors and ceremonies and celebrations swirling around me in a blur of regalia and purple orchid leis. As with everything else in this eight-year…
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Obligations
I strive to manage All of their emotions Leaving no space To experience My own.
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Signed, Sealed, and Delivered
A while back my school gave us a pre-graduation checklist of sorts that required students to travel around campus on a “signature scavenger hunt” so that representatives of various departments could sign a single, increasingly valuable piece of paper. Some of them were easy (turn in your scrub machine card, return locker keys), while others…
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End of Scroll
She tried to scroll further down the list but nothing happened; she had reached the end, there were no more listings. She looked at the time: it was late afternoon, now, almost evening. Her stomach gurgled, reminding her that she had not eaten, not since that piece of seven-grain toast and strawberry jam she had…
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Awakening
Once I feared the coming night, what dreads it might contain. My gentle heart full of light, that I dared not expose. I fought against a nightmare, shielded flame from tempests, Slowly fell into despair, watched it dim regardless. Cursing myself for failure, asking to be released, In the silence that prevailed, I let my…
Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.