A House is a Home

I remember reading nearly twenty books the summer after fifth grade. I spent my school breaks at home by myself. I had school-day friends, but rarely did I find someone with enough mutual interest to go out of our way to see each other after the bell rang. Having that much time to myself at … Continue reading A House is a Home

Death Valley Diaries

In February, I was looking for a six-week internship. I had started looking in January and I was ready to solidify my summer plans, but I was receiving no bites on the many lines I was casting. Sure, I still had time, not needing approval for funding until the beginning of May, but I had … Continue reading Death Valley Diaries