

What We See in a Mirror Dimly
This is a drawing that I'm abandoning because I don't know how to finish it, but not just because of areas that look wonky (although this definitely does annoy me). I just don't know how to. I had a couple different ideas bouncing around my head when I started it.


Meteorite Miracle
It's just a silly thing made of plastic, but this is something that means a great deal to me. When I was a child, my mom used to take my...
An Unforgettable Christmas (S.A. Warning)
Sexual assault leaves bruises on your soul. It's worse than being cheated on, lied to, or even just being hurt physically, all of which...


A God-Shaped Hole
My easel was rescued from the dumpster. I always wonder how it ended up there, since it was clearly loved by someone very much once. My...


The Etude
I’m not really much of a phone talker. Of course, I get butterflies whenever my boyfriend calls, and I don’t mind talking to close...


Dorm life and Ballpoint Pens
So it's been a while... The internet on the boat was spotty at best, and I didn't bring my laptop, plus I was paranoid about mobile data...


One Week Down
Today marks the end of my first week in Saratov. So much has happened, and now I wish that I had been more energetic throughout the week and had taken a moment to write a little each day, since I will never remember all of it.


Hail/God is the Greatest Artist
Weather is interesting in Wyoming. It's very dry here, and the summers typically bring thundershowers and a handful of horrendous storms, which sometimes serve as the only source of precipitation. Sometimes it seems like whenever people pray for water, God responds by sending unseasonal snow or spiky balls of death. Gentle rainstorms are almost unheard of.


Sanctuary (2014)
-Sanctuary- A few miles outside of town, there is an old bridge that runs beneath the highway. A slow trickle of greenish water, which my...


Looking Back
It's funny to think that the end of my undergraduate years are almost here. I was recently talking with a friend about how much our lives have changed over the last four years, and how much growing up we still have to do. Enrolling at the University of Wyoming was one of the best decisions I have ever made, and I am very grateful for all the wonderful people I've met and all experiences I've had here. Granted, with increasing budget cuts (and less funding being directed towar







