Melissa Martin

I’d Rather Cry in a Mansion

I’d Rather Cry in a Mansion

According to an age old aphorism, money can’t buy happiness. Let’s imagine for an instant that this is true: I’m guessing the majority of people would still rather cry in a mansion than out on the streets. Money may not guarantee happiness, but it does purchase security that allows for soul searching in a way […]

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Eyes that Reflect

Eyes that Reflect

Eyes That Reflect   I don’t ask questions. Not because I understand everything, I don’t. Rather, I lack the key necessary to unlock them: Curiosity. Every day I walk on a trivial world with billions of others excited about this promotion or that new clothing item or a chipped nail or the sun tickling their […]

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“Shitty First Drafts”

“Shitty First Drafts”

The following is a reflection I wrote on the essay “Shitty First Drafts” by author Anne Lamott. The full essay can be found here: https://wrd.as.uky.edu/sites/default/files/1-Shitty%20First%20Drafts.pdf I hate drawing in front of others. I hate the “fantasy” onlookers tend to have about creation: that successful creators, whether they are artists or writers or musicians or something else entirely, are […]

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Walking Away From Writer’s Block

Walking Away From Writer’s Block

When thinking about reading, I imagine a smaller version of myself literally traversing the page as the writer creates a pace and path for me to follow. Both the shape and size of words act as physical boundaries for my imagined self to navigate. I can walk slowly along rolling vowels and stretching adjectives, or […]

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Participation Trophies, Writing, and Procrastinating

Participation Trophies, Writing, and Procrastinating

The root of all evil resides in your child’s bedroom; maybe yours too, depending on your hobbies. It nestles on shelves and dressers, watching silently as your child comes and goes, comes and goes. Light slickens its sides and gives off a plastic glimmer reminding you of the worthlessness of all the trophies now cluttering […]

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Second Thoughts on Thanksgiving

Second Thoughts on Thanksgiving

Maybe it’s a little cliché to post about turkeys this Thanksgiving week… so I’m doing it anyways! Happy Thanksgiving!   Ahead of me on the freeway a truck is leaking something from the back. Maybe leaking is the wrong verb… Shedding? Dropping? Regardless, hundreds of small pieces cascade towards me from this truck several car-lengths […]

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Do Schools Kill Creativity?

Do Schools Kill Creativity?

Ken Robinson’s TED Talk entitled Do Schools Kill Creativity explores an over explored topic. It is no longer a question of whether or not creativity should be emphasized for students. Instead, we face the dilemma of determining how to stimulate creativity while still being able to assess knowledge acquisition. Separating strict creativity promotion from the school setting […]

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Dude. I wrecked my car. High five.

Dude. I wrecked my car. High five.

The speaker is a boy, although he insists he is a man, named Johnny. He is a quintessential beach bum, enjoying surfing and beers around bonfires with babes flitting around in bikinis. The four B’s. He is at one such bonfire when, for whatever primal reason teenagers are driven by, he decides to race his […]

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