I was greeted by the warm rays that rained down from the summer sun
And felt the cool kisses quickly land on my cheek from the ocean’s salty breeze.
I looked for the usual crowd of people relaxing on the sand but found none
And left the quiet beach alone to do as she pleased.
I wandered off into town and stumbled on to the Spanish Father’s mission,
An old building for church service long before there stood a town.
I walked along the waterway listening to the sound of rushing water in repetition
And walked across the wooden bridge while trying to avoid looking down. (more…)
“God, I was just nineteen,” I said with a sigh of shock and a look of puzzlement. I couldn’t perceive how the years since undergrad had rolled by so quickly.
My younger sister, who was turning twenty-four soon, cut off my sigh to proclaim the truth with a bit of teasing tied into it. “No, you weren’t.”
It was true. Nearly nine years have passed since I was in my teens. And although I am constantly mistaken for a young college student, it has been years since I even stepped foot on a University campus. I had been hanging out with friends, that I didn’t know, but that I had been around for years now. I then thought back to all the people who I used to hang out with who have just become passing Instagram posts on my phone screen. (more…)
I have always been familiar with mid-century architecture and design. As a former architecture student I was made aware of Palm Springs, CA’s significance to the modernism movement and its impact on design, architecture, art, fashion and culture. However, even with my interest in architecture and design, I had never attended Palm Springs’ Modernism Week celebration.
Modernism Week is an annual celebration that takes place in February and draws people from all over the world. It’s mission, according to the organization, is to “celebrate and foster appreciation of midcentury architecture and design, as well as contemporary thinking in these fields, by encouraging education, preservation and sustainable modern living as represented in the greater Palm Springs area.” (more…)
The subject came about when she had uttered the words, “boys are just better at math.” My eyes metaphorically rolled so far back into my head that they could have fallen back into my throat.
I tried to reason with her in the most polite way possible. “I think a lot of it has to do with the different ways in we teach boys and girls, how society treats boys and girls differently, and how this notion of ‘boys are just better at math, and girls are just better at literature and language,’ has been subtly indoctrinated into the minds of the masses throughout all of time and has affected the way that girls see themselves in the classroom.” (more…)