I handed in my essay on To the Lighthouse on Friday morning and spent the afternoon fretting over what I was going to wear that night. As I doubted every plaid shirt I owned, Emma knocked on my open door. "Hey," she said, standing in the hallway. "Hi," I said, holding two near identical flannel … Continue reading To the Lighthouse and Other Stories of the Heart (Part Three)
My Heart Is An Idiot
To the Lighthouse and Other Stories of the Heart (Part Two)
I was drunk when I went to Emma's room. Not real drunk, but drunk enough to think it was a good idea to talk about Virginia Woolf on a Friday night. "I have some ideas about my paper," I said, sitting on the edge of her bed. She wore jeans and a black tank top. … Continue reading To the Lighthouse and Other Stories of the Heart (Part Two)
To the Lighthouse and Other Stories of the Heart (Part One)
Emma lived one floor below me. We were sophomores. Her blonde hair was the color of a wheat field in August. Her smile made you lean towards her when she talked. Brett was the one who told me she had a boyfriend. "She's been with him since she was a freshman," he said. "In high … Continue reading To the Lighthouse and Other Stories of the Heart (Part One)
