My first love was a choice, a childish one at that. A cold January night, in a hunting camp that I assume still exists, I sat drifting with my thoughts, a twin bed parked across the way from my father’s. My best friend had found something we called love with a boy. He had two … More On Love and Leaving
In September 2016, you were so passionate about loving America. You knew, deep down, Ol’ Glory looked like home, you had a future written in American sands. You didn’t know where—besides not Mississippi—but you knew you’d come back home after a year in China with some wisdom and guile and maybe just a little better … More A Letter to Myself, 17 Months After Leaving America
Beijing is a story told in many forms. This is part of my story told in beer. Tsingtao When you first get to China, you drink a lot of Tsingtao. This is for a couple reasons. The first is straight forward: you’ve seen this beer in the States. Maybe just in passing, maybe in the … More Life in China, As Told By Beer Brands
Eight months is an eternity in blog years, so excuse me while I blow the dust off this ole girl and get her back to grinding. A long overdue return The post serves several purposes, the first of which is to remind you of my existence. Hello, it’s me—still Holly, a hair older and a … More Long Time, No See: an Update and a Return
In the last six months, my entire life fell apart. I broke up with my fiancé of seven years, cancelled a wedding, found out I didn’t get into a single grad school, and fully understood the consequences of my deteriorated personal relationships. As the entire world I’d created disintegrated, I watched my coworker with envy. … More The Art of Starting Over
