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My youth often places me outside of Charlestonian norms. Being raised in Colombia gives me a certain cultural edge which places me just outside of what seems to be the standard American experience. But really, these are perhaps subtleties which … Continue reading →

Vladimir Nabokov began his memoir with a rumination on the nature of existence. He pictured life as a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. The darkness’ beings the vast periods of pre-birth and post-death. I had read … Continue reading →

It is Spring in Charleston, you can tell, for all the flowers and buds have awoken from their cold slumbers to greet the warmth of the changing seasons. Among them all, it was the tuliptree that caught my eye, so vibrant and … Continue reading →

Having long been the kid who spends her days at the stable, I grew up reading as many non-fiction horse books as I could get my hands on.  In middle school, when English classes became more than the construction of … Continue reading →

Published at the young age of twenty-seven, Frederick Douglass’s autobiography was written with an agenda. As such, the introductory letters seem only to legitimize and authenticate the value of the narrative. Furthermore, as discussed in Smith and Watson’s Reading Autobiography, … Continue reading →

When you’re young, female, literate, and known among your friends and family as “a writer,” there is no better gift in the world that everybody can think to get you than a new journal.  I got pink ones, black ones, … Continue reading →

“I trust the great novelists to teach me how to live, how to feel, how to love and hate.  I trust them to show me the dangers I will encounter on the road as I stagger on my own troubled … Continue reading →

As a freshman in college I was expected to be a biology major. With a brother in medical school and a sister in dental school, it was almost a family tradition. But, after a year of fulfilling my first year … Continue reading →