When the Film Rolls

A mixture of voices fills the air. A few wavering, a few strong, a few quiet, a few loud, a few near perfect, a few severely out of key. But this is our life: meeting up for movies once a week, over half of them being musicals, and recovering from a week of seemingly inordinate … Continue reading When the Film Rolls


A New Journey

Early this semester, I was asked to return to France with the Jacques Lefevre Institute as an intern. I'm glad to say I decided to apply and was accepted for a three month trip. I wrote this poem the day I was asked to return: Longing for Tomorrow (or Sword Beach)