Walking the Walk

Well, I do a really good job of talking the talk. I’m trying to actually walk the walk. Yes, you guessed it. I’m writing. Well, I do write every day. But, I bounce around projects as I am inspired to write them. Sometimes I create even more projects for myself, which is silly, since I […]

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Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again

(DISCLAIMER: Spoilers!) I recently saw the sequel to Mamma Mia! And boy, do I have a lot of feelings about it. Some are positive, some are negative. Let us begin with the title of the movie: Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again. At first glance, this is simply a clever way to name a sequel […]

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Unintelligible

Since I got to UNCG, I’ve intended to submit some writing or photography to the Coraddi, the on-campus student-run literary and art magazine. I picked one up at the festival on Tate street this past weekend, and just sat down and raced my way through it. But now that I’ve consumed the whole thing, I’m […]

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Boston

This past weekend, I was on fall break. I drove home to D.C. after my last Thursday class, then up to Pennsylvania. The next day Ben and I drove up to Boston to visit his sister and his brother-in-law. We stopped in his tiny hometown in Connecticut and had a fantastic brunch, and he drove […]

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My Writing – Again

I don’t know what to write. I want to write – I always want to write. What is it about putting words on paper that I love so deeply? What is it, exactly? Is it the baring of my soul in the form of a story or just an essay? Is it the representation of […]

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MBTI Reflection

I’ve taken the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) test twice in my life. When I was fourteen, I was an ENFJ. Since nineteen, I have been an INFP. The letters of INFP stand for Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving. The opposite type would be ESTJ, or Extroverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging. INFP types are known as “the writer” […]

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Family Stories: Ellis Island

My great-grandparents were born and raised in a small town inland of Naples, Italy. Mariglianella was a small community of farmers at the time. My great-grandparents, Pasquale and Carmela, likely didn’t have anything past an eighth-grade education. In the 1920s, Pasquale came to America, and Carmela joined soon after. They sailed from Naples into New […]

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