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Great (Thwarted) Expectations
Choosing to read Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations now of all times felt satisfyingly ironic. After all, my expectations for this season of life have been
Unmasking Cognitive Dissonance
It is difficult lately to know which contemporary issue to address. Every morning, I wake to discover another potential disaster. (Today, it was the threat
Dear Mr. Potter: An Open Letter on Cancel Culture
Mr. H. PotterThe Cupboard under the Stairs4 Privet Drive Little WhingingSurrey Dear Mr. Potter, We at the Ministry of Magic are writing to inform you
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I moved to St. Andrew’s, Scotland in September of 2019 to pursue my master’s degree in “Theology and the Arts.” Almost immediately, I was given
Organ Sonnet 1
Until sent stepping down the pedals—scalar,My feet were not sure of their footing hereBut then, at once, my most pressing fearBecame naught but a small
