today i am reading slowly on the wraparound porch i’ve always dreamed of.
i have fallen in love with history, herstory, story, thanks to a professor with a great deal of patience and an exceptional ability to embrace the socratic method.
i have realized that history is not untouchable; if anything, it is the exact opposite.
i have also realized that history is poetry, it is prose at its finest, it is art and theatre and reality and dreams and everything.
i am so grateful to be learning, and so grateful to still thirst for it all.