They keep asking, "Well, how do you feel? Different?" It's weird, but there's nothing that actually feels different. In fact, it all feels much too normal. End of semester, packing up, going home, saying goodbye -- it's all a repetitive great vent at the end of a reoccurring build-up. Summer, job, unpacking, organizing room, reorganizing room, sitting on bedroom floor for hours at a time, going through papers and files and snatches of songs and memories keep slipping in ... it's all happened before. Presumably, it will happen again. The difference is that it won't be happening this fall. And I think that will be the greatest difference. We shall see then ...

After the Great Hiatus ...

Apologies to the world. It's been a while. With only a one-word excuse, "graduation," I hang my head in shame.

No honors, no honoraries, no ring, no sorority, no offices, no positions, no awards, no medals, and yet ...

I DID IT! College. Done. And for only one reason:

I am never alone.

My friends, I thank you.

A Prayer by St. Theresa of Avila

Let nothing disturb thee,
Nothing affright thee,
All things are passing,
God never changeth.
Patient endurance attaineth to all things.
He who has God is wanting in nothing;
God alone sufficeth.