Come with me backstage: it’s loud already when I walk in. Jessica has her hair in curlers, so she tries to smile at me while not moving her neck or head in my direction. Meredith’s voice emanates from the space behind me but I can’t see her; she is on

I’m hiking down a mountain. With a group, but I’m alone. Hikes go like that, usually. You do them with people but you really do them alone. And I’m thinking about Narnia again, about all this green and all this hope and I’m, somewhere in my head, memorizing the breakup

Rats. Laughter. Pancakes. Wet grass. The recipe for a fun night? Even if you mentally said, “definitely not,” it turns out the answer is yes. Nearly a hundred students gathered in the BLC Quad after last week’s Garden Party for the film Ratatouille (we can never be certain that we’re

If I’ve learned anything, it’s that good books don’t shy away from the ugly stuff of life. Till We Have Faces (C.S. Lewis), Beloved (Toni Morrison), The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver), and The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald) — four of my favorite works of literature ever — delve into