bacchae

By the time we arrive at the club for our weekly bout of binge-drinking and scream-singing along to that week’s top hits, there is already a line wrapped around the outside of the building. The corners of my mouth tug downward into a grimace, but I push forward and claim us two spots in the…… Continue reading bacchae

rituals

I step outside on an afternoon in September, sunglasses on and shirt sleeves rolled up only to find myself confronted with gray clouds low overhead and a biting wind at my back. I think, for a moment about going back for my coat but my head is still pounding, last night’s mistakes are still roiling…… Continue reading rituals

Introduction

Hello! My name is Raechel Brunson and I’m a member of the Fall18 Travel Writing class. I look forward both to the course and the opportunity to learn how to craft a more affective nonfiction narrative. Travel writing fascinates me because allows anyone to go anywhere and experience anything. That experience is one that I’d…… Continue reading Introduction

Sunday, Overcast

I step outside on an afternoon in September, sunglasses on and shirt sleeves rolled up only to find myself confronted with gray clouds low overhead and a biting wind at my back. I think, for a moment about going back for my coat but my head is still pounding, last night’s mistakes are still roiling…… Continue reading Sunday, Overcast