It’s easier to acclimate to semesters now. My body knows the swing of a school year like its own heartbeat, the way it flutters in fits now and again but usually just plods on, steady as can be. This semester is in no way significantly different from others, but, for the first time, my matriculation…

What is it with blogs and their tiny, tiny fonts?

Both the button that allows me to adjust this blog’s font size to something visible to the human eye and suitably flexible answers to my questions about why I write were in the same place: precisely where it made sense for them to be and exactly where I did not initially look.