“I can no longer stay quiet in this world, I have a voice and I feel it reverberate off my internal
walls, making its slow climb upward until its melody can be heard all around.”-Elin Stebbins Waldal
Essays
Backseat Memories
One of my earliest childhood memories finds me nestled in the back of a wood-paneled station wagon with my brothers and sister, crocheted afghans pulled to our necks, eyes … [Read More...]
Make a Splash
The alarm sounds, the mind wakes up, and unless we are on vacation, our to-do list unfurls itself in our heads. We roll out of bed and think, what do I have to do today? The … [Read More...]
A Memorial Day Love Story
Because my mother is no longer alive to ask, I try to imagine the emotions that would have been swirling through her mind as she entered Penn Station on an unknown day in … [Read More...]
