have you ever found yourself watching your own life from above? just the other night i felt my soul grow lighter hovering high over the table filled by every seat with a friend. i felt myself pause, lifted, warmed by the soft light and shimmering first-few-sips kind of buzz just taking it all in. one [...]
twenty three is... shapeless, lovely and lonely. we are together in our singularity; the paths ahead for each of us are different, but the tiniest bit clearer each day. we don't know how long we'll get to work together, or live together, but we try to forget about that at happy hour. the sharp intersection [...]
“You may not always have a comfortable life and you will not always be able to solve all of the world's problems at once. But don't ever underestimate the importance you can have, because history has shown us that courage can be contagious and hope can take on a life of its own.” Michelle Obama [...]
twenty two feels like messy cursive, ink to paper, the pen never coming off the page to breathe. breathing would mean stopping for a moment and missing a blurry, beautiful, unremarkable, magical, infuriating day. racing home to scribble down an idea before it slips away. dreams won’t move, can’t move unless you do. curled up crying [...]
There are some friends you click with the moment you meet, because you’ve had friends like them before. It’s something recognizable, driven by circumstance - a common hometown, or a college roommate perhaps. There’s also friends who hide in plain sight, near you quietly for years until you both grow into people who are ready [...]
I met my best friend Sarah the day I put my whole life into her hands. In Fall 2014, I loaded up everything I deemed worth bringing - the pictures and the twinkle lights and the high school keepsakes - into my parents’ Honda Odyssey and drove south. The front steps of my dorm were [...]
Home. It used to be as obvious as the color of my hair or the freckles on my face. A little green house off the corner of Oakmount and Rainbow road. Home. Honeysuckle and daffodils. Fresh layers of evergreen paint carefully added by my dad each summer. Towering pines in the backyard that swayed in [...]
In the space between 18 and 22, we’re often asked, quite broadly, what we’d like to do with our lives. It’s a question usually posed from a well-meaning adult, who’s just trying to engage with us and doesn’t know how else to relate. I've heard it over and over again: “What’s your major?” followed swiftly [...]
Bridget Cook 