Of the Color Blue and Grey

No matter how much I want to, there are some things I can never write about. Some emotions are too raw. Too deep to be exposed.  Some people are too sensitive. Too close to be confronted.  Some issues are too divisive. Too tainted to be mixed.  So, I remain silent. For fear of being misunderstood,…

Midday in Classics

I want to get lost in a book. No. I mean a good book. The kind that makes you come up for air to you realize two hours have passed and you’ve been breathing something foreign to your everyday world. One of those that swallow you whole from the first sentence. A sentence that has…

Proofreading Emotions

As the director of one of the easiest but least appreciated courses on campus, I often receive complaints, requests, and excuses (oh so many excuses) as to why a student doesn’t believe s/he needs to take the course. Those  comments usually come in the shape of phone calls, followed by emails, followed by a form…

Letters of Note: You’ve got to sell your heart

“Late-1938…. Frances Turnbull sent a copy of her latest story to celebrated novelist and friend of the family, F. Scott Fitzgerald. Before long the feedback arrived….” I admire her bravery in sending it and the raw honesty of his reply. An exert is below, but the letter is worth reading in its entirety. Thank you, CristianMihai.net…

A Blog is Worth a Thousand…

“Blogging,” he said, “is one of best ways to improve your intelligence.”