You know that story of unsent letters? I'm writing those letters. It's part of my thesis--I'm writing all those things I never got to say. Each letter will be part of this mini-series I'm making. Each letter is broken down into sentences, and each sentence into words (they're all blacked out). These are some of the beginning translations

This morning was one of those mornings that I sincerely wished I was not allergic to coffee. The kind of morning where you glance outside, and then snuggle deeper down in the covers. I needed some sunshine...some liquid sunshine...anything. A friend in Idaho said the other day how she was drowning because it was 40 degrees and pouring

Thesis year is an interesting beast. Not only is your mind being twisted in new ways, but you're constantly analyzing, playing, experimenting, and seemingly not making anything at all. Until you reach a certain point where things start gelling together. I'm at that point, finally. A lot of people ask what my thesis work is about--it's about self-censorship.

Here's a little more of what I got up to last semester...

This time of year brings about the urge to cleanse, to rid oneself of negativity, to renew and start over. I get swept up in it--most of us do. But as I woke up this morning, to my chilly apartment and my warm husband... As I stepped out of the shower to get ready to greet the day...