WRITING | POETRY » Posted by Jennie Wong
By Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
WRITING | ETC. » By Jennie Wong
In honor of World Book Day, Brain Pickings pays homage to reading & knowledge with this selection of Henry Miller’s intelligent thoughts.
WRITING | REAL TALK » By Jessie Hao
I recently went to a concert and ran into a girl. I did not know this girl nor did I like this girl. No, she shoved her way through me without so much as an, “Excuse me.” (Is it outdated to still expect this sort of courtesy? Four years in Minnesota left me soft.)
WRITING | ETC. » By Jennie Wong
“There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.” -W.W.S.
WRITING | ETC. » By Jennie Wong
In English, my name means white (fair, pure) or white waves. It comes from the English name Guinevere, King Arthur’s queen. It means sweetness and daydreaming, the number twelve. It is a light shade of blue, a cornflower blue. It is airing out the summer linens on clotheslines, the cool whites in morning light. It is fingertips across the tips of grass, dancing with the sun and holding hands with the ocean.
WRITING | POETRY » By Jennie Wong
I live in stories
Is there where you live
I live here in stories
On Mother Goose Lane
WRITING | REAL TALK » By Jennie Wong
I never planned to move around a lot, and if you had told me that’s how my life was going to pan out 5 years ago, I wouldn’t have believed you.
WRITING | REAL TALK » By Jessie Hao
You know the drill. You meet. He acts interested, real interested. He’s constantly texting. He says you have a great smile. He asks you to stay the night. He buys you your favorite coffee from Philz. He goes out for Chinese porridge with you when you’re sick. He gifts you that book that you told him you really wanted to read because it reminded you of your study abroad in London. He refills your teacup at dim sum, sushi and ramen without prompting. He hugs you tightly when all you’re expecting is a “goodnight.” You fall for it all.
WRITING | REAL TALK » By Jennie Wong
My beginnings in retail came as a surprise. I applied to the local Gap of my college town in the fall of 2008, hoping to make some pocket money that would allow me to join some clubs and activities. I still remember my group interview vividly: the other two candidates across from me, my insecurities of being too young, too inexperienced, and too Asian, my fumbling inability to put together an all-American look. I felt spent and harassed by the end of the interview. Silently crying on my walk home, I was sure I’d failed my first real-world interview.
WRITING | ON THE ROCKS » By Jennie Wong
In Spring 2011, I penned a column called “On The Rocks” for Northwestern University’s Sex Week blog, The Talk. Drawing on my faith, travels, and personal experiences, I wrote this column as a girl grappling with love and relationships in the context of a collegiate, secular world. Modern love? We’ll take it on the rocks.
This is the third and final post in a three part series.
WRITING | ON THE ROCKS » By Jennie Wong
In Spring 2011, I penned a column called “On The Rocks” for Northwestern University’s Sex Week blog, The Talk. Drawing on my faith, travels, and personal experiences, I wrote this column as a girl grappling with love and relationships in the context of a collegiate, secular world. Modern love? We’ll take it on the rocks.
This is the second in a three part series.
WRITING | ON THE ROCKS » By Jennie Wong
In Spring 2011, I penned a column called “On The Rocks” or Northwestern University’s Sex Week blog, The Talk. Drawing on my faith, travels, and personal experiences, I wrote this column as a girl grappling with love and relationships in the context of a collegiate, secular world. Modern love? We’ll take it on the rocks.
This is the first in a three part series.
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