Author Archives: anna

Traveling at Home Even in a country you know by heart it’s hard to go the same way twice. The life of the going changes. The chances change and make a new way. Any tree or stone or bird can … Continue reading →

The Hand The teacher asks a question. You know the answer, you suspect you are the only one in the classroom who knows the answer, because the person in question is yourself, and on that you are the greatest living … Continue reading →

Well, finals are right around the corner–I know it’s been a long time since my last email, and there probably won’t be another one until after interim, which I’ll mention later on. First, here’s what’s going on at stolaf: Philosophy … Continue reading →

To a Squirrel at Kyle-Na-No Come play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As thought I’d a gun To strike you dead? When all I would do Is to scratch you head And let you go. … Continue reading →

Listen I threw a snowball across the backyard. My dog ran after it to bring it back. It broke as it fell, scattering snow over snow. She stood confused, seeing and smelling nothing. She searched in widening circles until I … Continue reading →

NOTE TO READERS: there has been interest in a cliff’s notes version of my nearly-biweekly-update (::COUGH:: Steve Kimball). For information concerning such SUPPLEMENTARY resources, please respond to this email. I’ve always hated carving pumpkins. I don’t have a problem with … Continue reading →

Mmmmmm, coffee in the afternoon. Actually, that’s not entirely accurate. Today it’s cider. Hot cider. But coffee in the afternoon reminds me of this game I play with a friend of mine–he sends me a poem, and I have to … Continue reading →

I feel like I’ve become the worst version of myself here. At least in thought, not so much in deed. It’s not the fault of this school or these people–it’s just something I’ve become aware of and hate immensely. I … Continue reading →

“I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?”

i got a letter from my milkman today. how cool is that??