Self, 3.0

I’m trying to learn to code. You know, the HTML kind that builds websites. But sometimes when I’m typing, it feels a little bit like Morse code, an “S.O.S.” I’m learning, one character and bracket at a time, to send out into my future. Don’t get lost. — “<br>” : Break. A space, a margin, […]

How is This My Life?

There are footballs on my favorite chair and a lunch kit on the closet floor. I can see discarded gift bags on the coffee table, smelly socks in the hallway, cleats on the couch and homework on the floor. There are dirty dishes in the sink and iphones charging on the counter. Textbooks, cereal boxes […]

Ruins to Redemption

By: Elena Delhagen | Twitter: @ell_del I was rummaging through a drawer of discarded, mismatched socks when I saw it–my old passport, the one that expired just over a year ago. The one that gained me access to countries in North America and Europe and Africa, the one with colored stamps and indecipherable scribbles. As […]

The Parable of the Weeds

“Is this one a good plant or a weed?” I say doubtfully, pointing out one specimen to my husband. Really, I don’t need to be gardening today. We are moving in a few weeks, and then the garden will be a new tenant’s responsibility, and they can do battle with the snails themselves. But there’s […]

When Words Fail, Make Awkward Eye Contact

A boy once told me I was terrible at making eye contact. We were in the university cafeteria, and I swear I was listening, but my eyes were flitting about the busy space, landing back on him every few seconds. Our friendship never recovered his innocent observation, as I became incredibly self-conscious of what my […]