Expectations and Endings

When I was little I would check the mail everyday with the hopes of finding a yellow-trimmed, plastic-wrapped magazine. When our National Geographic made its way to our house every month I would pore through the pages, feeling a little self-important because look how...

A Libation to the Acropolis

And so it begins, the final ascent, The last couple days to go and repent To gods perched atop the acropolis high Who hold secrets close, though you may pry. They burn you with sun and flog you with heat, Those apocryphal gods who think they’re so neat. And the only...

A Day in the Trench

4:55 AM— My alarm goes off before the sun has risen. I get up five minutes earlier than the other girls in the room so I can get a spot in the bathroom. Once we’re all up the six of us shuffle around each other with half-opened eyes, sniffing our dig clothes and...

A Study in Charcoal

Right now I’m sitting in a restaurant run by an expat, eating a cheeseburger and looking at a decorative drawing of Sherlock Holmes. First of all, not what you’d expect from a trip to Turkey, is it? But more to the point, the drawing of Sherlock Holmes reminded me of...

Hot and not Bothered

When I arrived in the small town of Gazipasa just a few days ago my biggest concern was the heat. I’m someone who loves winter and craves those cold nights when you need to bundle under layers and layers of blankets to stay warm. During hot and humid Minnesota summers...