“‘Where is here?’”
“I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, / To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife…” || John Masefield, ‘Sea Fever’ * Each time I go down to the sea I stand as close as I can to the water’s edge. On…
“Come away, O human child!” || On the Value of an Education in the Humanities for the Changeling Child – a Response to Tasha Kheiriddin
One year after I graduated from the University of St Andrews, I was unemployed. Meanwhile, my peers proudly displayed keys to their new flats, sported freshly-pressed business suits to begin their careers at noteworthy companies, flashed engagement rings in magazine-worthy photoshoots, and hung Master’s degrees upon their walls. I did not apply to any Master’s…
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“[…] my heroes were warrior-intellectuals” ||The Treasonous (Public) Intellectual in a Multi-Cultural World
For a child, rainy days do not usually bring the most exciting of adventures. They are spent indoors, cooped up, and without fresh air and freedom. A grim forecast during a vacation? Even worse. However, as my brother and I spent sepia-toned summers at our grandmother’s cabin in northern Michigan, a part of me would…
‘Mishigamaa’ and the Question of Native
There is a story I know. It is about an island and how it flourishes on the back of a turtle. I’ve heard this story many times, and each time someone tells the story, it changes. Sometimes the change is simply the voice of the storyteller. Sometimes the change is in the details. Other times…
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Maggie Sadler 