
Letter from the editor
I have sobbed every night this past week. The driver’s seat of my car, mile six of my 10-mile run, the rocking chair in my living room. Tears. Everywhere. I don’t even know how I still have tears in my body.
Laugh out loud.
My two roommates are graduating in less than a month, and one of them is moving to Spain. Our North apartment will be empty once again, and all the life lived in between the walls will turn into distant memories.
No more dinner nights with Anna dancing around in the kitche...
Laugh out loud.
My two roommates are graduating in less than a month, and one of them is moving to Spain. Our North apartment will be empty once again, and all the life lived in between the walls will turn into distant memories.
No more dinner nights with Anna dancing around in the kitche...