“Why the Willow Weeps” Hundreds of confessions and professions of love etched deeply into wedges of century-old wood: the original romance that was never told, scribbled on unprinted paper. The willow weeps as she outlives all of her favorite young authors, and stuffs the memories underground, keeping their treasured secrets buried.
Sorry for the short hiatus, ladies and gents, but all work and no play makes Kelsey a dull girl. So I’ll allow the photo mosaic to explain my absence: During our trip abroad, we visited Rome, Pompeii, the Amalfi Coast, Florence, Pisa, and Venice. The culture and cuisine lived up to the hype. So much […]
Looking back over the course of this year, 2012 is not shy about its frenzy of firsts in my life. From a Master’s degree to a marriage license, I feel like I’ve collected nearly every milestone within the span of 365 days. What a thrillingly exhausting journey! Thanks to all who shared these days and […]