Short Story: Boys’ Club

She tweaked her resume for the fifteenth time that morning, eager to make it modern without screaming desperate. After twelve years with the same company, she wasn’t sure what an employer looked for anymore. Were LinkedIn profiles necessary?  She added hers, making a mental note to update it. She should probably consider a new email…

Grief, Absence, and Loss

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket…

Purpose, Insecurity, and Gender Identity: Hemingway’s Take on the Lost Generation in The Sun Also Rises

As a lifelong fan of Hemingway’s short stories, I found The Sun Also Rises to be a surprising change from his normal literary style. Contrary to Hemingway’s predisposition toward succinct, observation-driven storytelling and apathetic exposition, The Sun Also Rises is filled with loaded language, moments of intense vulnerability delivered character dialogue, and comprehensive internalized focalization…

Vacation in North Carolina

Last week, my husband and I had the opportunity to travel to Asheville, North Carolina, for a long weekend in the mountains. We hiked. We swam. We climbed waterfalls. We drank craft beer. It was a great trip! Below are some of my favorite pictures from our adventures:   I definitely wish we would have…

Corona

Coaster sticky, Crested foam of shitty beer. The loam viscous Like the salty crust when you were near. Beautiful, the lies you told me. Pageantry, the story you wove me. The brush of lips linger from the last breath of words that broke me.   Thank you for reading, ~ Victoria Elizabeth