Captain's Log, Day 14: I Come Back

Date: May 2, 2020
Time of post: 7:35 AM
Quarantine Day: 48
Last Song I Listened To: “Don’t Let It Break YourHeart” by Louis Tomlinson
Last Person I Communicated With: Mikayla Sharpless
Last Thing I Ate: spaghetti earl gray tea
Last Thing I Read: The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline
Current Mood: emotionally loaded
One Thing I’ve Accomplished Today: I’m writing this at 6AM; I’ve literally done nothing; yesterday I did dishes and baked brownies
One Thing I Want To Accomplish Today: vacuum; read for fun; write
One Reason I’m Stressed Today: so many decisions need to be made soon; goodbyes are coming
One Reason I’m Happy Today: Last night I found out that I won the Graduate Student Service Award!

Dear Apocalypsers,

It’s been nearly two weeks since my last entry. I think I needed time to recharge. Everything has been emotionally draining lately. I guess I didn’t realize how much isolation was taking out of me until schoolwork started to pick up, and then I was dealing with all my internalized stress and exhaustion plus end-of-semester schoolwork.

Repping my Ravenclaw pride back in 2016 before the
Cursed Child release party. 

I’m a massive Harry Potter fan, so I relate a lot of my life to the books and characters. That’s how I know, very firmly, that I’m a Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff mix—a Ravenpuff, if you will. I’d be Sorted into Ravenclaw, though, because I really believe in those values for myself: wit, learning, creativity. Ravenclaws have a tendency for being perfectionists and bookworms and academics; they’re sometimes daydreamers; they’re usually creative in some way, and they’re usually pretty high achievers. That’s what I strive for in myself, but I have the heart of a Hufflepuff: loyalty and hard work and friendship and love and acceptance. Hufflepuffs love comfort food and keeping the peace and doing what’s right and making sure everyone is taken care of; they usually have a soft side and avoid conflict (unless it’s one of their loved ones being wronged). And that’s exactly what I try to put out into the universe.

My undergrad graduation photos even featured a
stack ofPotter books and my McGonagall wand! 

So my Hufflepuff heart hurts a lot right now. My Ravenclaw mind knew that quarantine would catch up with me eventually, and I think it finally did. That glass bowl shattered, and I did, too. Not that other people really noticed. Heck, I didn’t even really notice until the last 24 hours or so when I started to feel better. I definitely don’t feel great, but I know what I want to do to get back to a good place, and my inner-Ravenclaw loves being able to have a plan. If I have a plan, I can work with it. I can make it happen. 

I’ve been taking in a lot of creative projects over the last 12 days. I’ve been reading—books, blogs, fanfics—both for class and for fun. I’ve been listening to a lot of music (mostly Taylor Swift, but I’ve also branched out into some new-to-me artists like Maisie Peters), and I’ve been watching a lot of creative shows on streaming services. (Part of the reason I’m up right now is because I watched the first 5 episodes of Next in Fashion on Netflix.) Subconsciously, I was feeling so empty, so I think I needed to refuel with the things that bring me joy, and when I finally tried to fall asleep around 4AM, I felt the need to create, something I haven’t felt in weeks. That’s how I can tell that I’m getting into a better place. So I decide to write this post instead of tossing and turning in bed. At least this way I can check something off my list.

But I’d lying if I said I’ve been on a consistent, upward trajectory, because I haven’t. We’re all grieving right now, and grief isn’t a straight line, and, recently, I’ve been struggling with the prospect of my upcoming goodbyes.

I knew before I even moved to Kansas that I’d have to say goodbye sooner than I wanted to. I don’t think I’ve ever felt ready for a goodbye—not in high school, when I’d known some of my friends for over a decade; not in undergrad, when I’d known my closest friends for 4 years and had lived with them for 3—so I knew that 2 years wasn’t nearly enough time. I distinctly remember feeling like “it wasn’t worth it” to form close friends in grad school because we’d just go our separate ways and my heart would break.

I was very wrong…and very right.

It took me about a week to honestly decide that I loved my cohort, and I know now that I wouldn’t have made it this far in grad school without them. They have been my greatest support system, and I can’t thank them enough for all they’ve done for me. I don’t regret how fast and hard we fell for each other. But I was right that 2 years hasn’t been long enough and that my heart is already breaking.

This isn’t the ending we deserved.

But I’ve spent 24 years getting used to life’s vague disappointments. I should probably stop thinking perfect happily evers are possible, but my Hufflepuff heart just won’t accept that. I am an eternal optimist, and if I had to choose between this experience of COVD and heartbreak or never having met my cohort, I’d take our current timeline every single time.

There’s a quote in Cassandra Clare’s book Clockwork Princess (2013) that keeps me going through these times: "Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would as long as life was mortal. In every meeting, there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in every parting, there was some of the joy of meeting as well” (507). Winnie the Pooh says it differently: “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” (And this may not even be an A.A. Milne quote, but that’s not relevant right now; the sentiment behind it is.)

In short, I have loved being in Kansas. I’ve made a home here. I’ve found a family. And I would stay longer if I could so I could take it all in and spend more time appreciating what I have, but I don’t know if that’s going to be possible. I might have to go back to Alabama. Don’t get me wrong; I love my biological family so much, but I feel like my hand s being forced here, and I hate being forced into something I don’t want to do.

I'm more than a little proud of this family we've created here.
 Here's us at the Department Holiday Party, December 13, 2019. 

Even during one of the most stressful and pivotal times of my life, though, it’s not nearly as stressful as what apocalyptic YA protagonists face, so I guess I should take the silver lining where I can get it. But one thing that my personal life and YA books do tend to share is an emphasis on chosen family. I grew up 16 hours away from my parents’ families—they’re from the same small town in Pennsylvania—and I only saw my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins once a year—maybe twice if I was lucky—so I made a lot of “family” in Alabama. It never really occurred to me that there was any difference between my parents’ best friends, my Uncle Frank and Aunt Elaine and Uncle Lon and Aunt Karen, and my parents’ siblings, Uncle Bob, Uncle Chuck, Aunt Nan, and Uncle Alan. We spent as much time with blood relatives as chosen ones, and they all loved me the same—so maybe I’m just predisposed to form lifelong bonds with people.

But we see Katniss do that, too. She and Peeta stay in touch with Annie even after Finnick dies and the war ends. They still talk to Haymitch. These are the people they went through literal hell with; that’s an unbreakable bond.

We see Jane and Katherine come together in Dread Nation, first as unwillingly allies and later as something near friendship (and that relationship continues to build into Deathless Divide, which I’m reading now). They protect each other; they help each other; they’re really starting to—gasp!—care about each other.

And then there’s Frenchie, in The Marrow Thieves. He starts referring to Miig, Minerva, Wab, Chi-Boy, Tree and Zheegwon, Slopper, and RiRi as family almost as soon as he meets them, and it’s a phrase that’s reiterated throughout the book.

I think all my emotions about grad school and chosen family are best summed up in two quotes from two of my favorite YA series:

1.  "Family isn’t blood. It’s the people who love you. The people who have your back”—Cassandra Clare City of Heavenly Fire (2014), pg. 111
2. “Time is making fools of us again” --J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2005) 

Reveling in the Dusty Bookshelf's Harry Potter-themed re-opening
 in April 2019, this time wearing by Beauxbatons girl outfit. 

There’s so much uncertainty right now, and that’s always been the hardest thing for my Ravenclaw mind to deal with. I hate not knowing more than I hate almost anything else—except maybe the dentist. It’s so hard to imagine how this situation will all play out. I don’t know if having these YA books helps me—because I can empathize with the love the characters have for their chosen families—or scares me—because, you know, death and destruction and war and revolution.

I really want the odds to be in our favor…just this once.

Katie






Bibliography:

Clare, Cassandra. City of Heavenly Fire. Simon & Schuster, 2014.


                 Clockwork Princess. Simon & Schuster, 2013.


Collins, Suzanne. Mockingjay. Scholastic, 2012.


Dimaline, Cherie. The Marrow Thieves. Dancing Cat Books, 2017.


Ireland, Justina. Dread Nation. HarperCollins, 2018.


Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Scholastic, 2005.

Captain's Log, Day 12: I Put the "I" in "Identity"

Date: April 18 (technically 19), 2020

Time of post:  12:39 AM

Quarantine Day: 34

Last Song I Listened To: “Woman's World” by Little Mix

Last Person I Communicated With: Savannah Winkler via Instagram DMs

Last Thing I Ate: 3 halo mandarin oranges

Last Thing I Read: A Snapchat message

Current Mood: proud

One Thing I’ve Accomplished Today: grocery shopping and finished graduation presents

One Thing I Want To Accomplish Today: I mean, I actually did all the things on my list today

One Reason I’m Stressed Today: I have a big History of the Book “quiz” to take this weeked

One Reason I’m Happy Today: the ChALC Conference today was wonderful, and Zetta Elliott is an amazing human being and incredible speaker!

Dear Apocalypsers,

I’ve been thinking a lot about identity today. It started this morning with the biannual ChALC Conference. Months ago, we picked a theme: “Fantastic Identities.” The M.A. Class of 2020 has a pretty big Children’s Lit cohort—I think there are 6 of us (me, Lexi, Dustin, Mikayla, Molly, Noelle)—and we’re all involved with ChALC, and we’re all very into diversity and representation in Children’s Literature. (And it probably helps that, to quote the best compliment Nick Cady has ever given, “We’ve got to be one of the gayer cohorts.”) So we knew that if we were going to have a hand in planning this conference, we wanted it to be about identity. And, because K-State has some of the coolest connections, we were able to get Zetta Elliott as the keynote speaker.

Cue COVID-19 mess.

Thankfully, Karin Westman is the ChALC sponsor, and we were able to move the conference online via Zoom. In some ways, that was great, because people from across the country were able to join in. On the other hand, we lost the opportunity to meet Zetta and potentially have lunch with her and ger her to sign our books and all the geeky things that a Children’s Lit graduate student would desperately want to do. But, I’m trying not to get bogged down in that. I’m just going to make Phil Nel introduce us in person someday.

A line from Elliott's most recent book, a collection of poetry inspired about the
lives of her mother and grandmother.

Zetta’s keynote address was called “Magic, Mystery, and History: Forging Radical Black Girl Identities in Fantasy Fiction,” and she talked a lot about her own family history and her relationship with her racial identity. It was really beautiful and powerful and brought up a lot of concerning points about what kinds of books are “allowed” to feature Black or Indigenous protagonists, and, because of all this drama, award-winning authors like Zetta Elliott have to self-publish their work to get it to readers at all. Apparently, most children’s books published with a Black protagonist are in the “nonfiction,” “biography,” or “historical fiction” category, because those are the genres that most often win the Coretta Scott King Award. If a book wins the Coretta Scott King, it’s basically guaranteed to stay in print, and every public and school library will end up with a copy of it—which is great news for publishers. So that creates a cycle of only publishing those genres, and then those genres are the only ones that win, so on and so on—and nobody wants to “risk” publishing other genres like science fiction and fantasy, because they might not make a profit immediately. What they don’t see—or don’t care about—is that introducing books with Black protagonists from different genres could start trend and that, in the future, there could be a really diverse array of books up for (and winning) the Coretta Scott King Award.

But that’s not what capitalism’s about, is it?

Spent my morning at the @chalcksu (digital) conference & was brought to tears by @zettaelliott inspiring words on the need to tell silenced stories. Plus she referenced my all time favorite theorist @Ebonyteach & the world was perfect for just a moment 💙 my highlights (a thread) pic.twitter.com/Kz3dtYcOup

— Mikayla Sharpless (@mikaylarstweets) April 18, 2020

When I think about identity, YA novels immediately come to mind. Teenagerdom is such a hard time, partly because everyone’s self-conscious and trying to figure out who they are. I mean, the plot of every teen movie is the "outcast" or "weirdo" suffering for not fitting the status quo and slowly "finding their place," usually with people who accept them "just the way they are."  Fantasy and dystopia YA take the bildungsroman to the next level and throw in a casual “save the world” mandate or “the world is ending” proclamation on top of the already dystopic reality of puberty. Katniss and Peeta, at 16/17/18-years-old have to come to terms with their constantly shifting identities. Peeta even keeps a list of words that he uses to “try to figure [Katniss] out”: friend, lover, victor, enemy, fiancée, target, mutt, neighbor, hunter, Tribute, and ally (Collins 270).

It should be known that the whole Children's Lit
cohort is obsessed with Ebony Elizabeth Thomas' book,
The Dark Fantastic. We read it for Phil's class last spring
and actually got to Zoom with her. And she and Zetta
Elliott are friends! Basically, this photo is hella important
to us now. 

 In Dread Nation (2018), both Jane and Katherine must come to terms with what it means to be a Black girl in Justina Ireland’s zombie-infested post-Civil War world. Jane seems to have an understanding of what being Black means to White society, but she also knows what it means to her, and she’s learned how to work around the system as much as she can. I’m thinking specifically of the moments where she makes herself sound uneducated to get White characters to leave her alone, saying, “My momma says the best wat to get what you want from people is to give them what they think they want. They expected me to be stupid, so I used that to our advantage” and “Sometimes you have to live down to people’s expectations, Kate. If you can do that, you’ll get much further in life” (Ireland 62, 63). Katherine, who is white-presenting, has a harder time with her identity, because on one hand, she can live as a privilege white woman, but at what cost? She tells Jane, “[Passing as white is] exactly what I don’t want. I don’t want to live the rest of my life as a liar. To turn my back on my own people” (362).

But identity isn't limited to teenagers and YA, as Daniel Heath Justice shows us in The Way of Thorn and Thunder (2011), where many of his characters find themselves straddling more than one identity. For Tarsa, the main protagonist (maybe?), she struggles with suddenly having her identity as a Redthorn Warrior taken away as her Wielder identity is Awakened. Being a Wielder is uncommon, and she is shunned by her community; she feels out of place herself until Chapter 11 "Becoming" when she accepts her identity. Other characters, like the gender neutral zhe-Kyn , Averyn, embody characteristics of both genders, and they are a valued healer in this world. Even Tobhi, who is portrayed as personable, honest, and well-liked, is "different," as he is a Leafspeaker. His skills are rare among Tetawi, so he isn't "normal," either, and the same can be said of Quill the Dolltender. But, for Tobhi and Quill, their differences (or anomalies) make them highly respected members of their communities, and there is yet no indication that they ever faced the kind of discrimination that Tarsa has. Overall, Justice's world is reflective of Indigenous culture which is more accepting of “anomalous” gender identity than our society is, in that The Way of Thorn and Thunder views identity as more of a spectrum than a binary and that "anomalous" people are not "wrong" but special and important.

This is a post from an astrology account that I follow on
Instagram. It "prescribed" me (a Pisces) 5-10 times a day. I listen
to so much music every day, so this was a pretty (and strangely
accurate) "pill to swallow.."

With all of this bouncing around in my head, I started thinking about my own identity. (Don’t worry—no Earth-shattering revelations are about to be revealed.) So, I do what I always do when I need some feel-good energy: I turn on Little Mix. They’re probably my favorite girl group, and I’ve actually come to appreciate them more as I’ve gotten older because 1) they’re best friends, and that comes across in every song they record and every interview they do and 2) they are unapologetically proud of the things that society tells women they shouldn’t be proud of, from their weight to their sex lives to “four letter words” to how big their boobs are (these are the things that definitely made me uncomfortable at first, coming from a small Southern town, but now it’s what I love about them). They have a song called “Strip” on their most recent album, LM5 (2018), and I literally cried came on Spotify today. I was in my kitchen, microwaving some chicken nuggets, and I just cried. (It’s not even a dramatic ballad! That’s “Cannonball,” which of course came on immediately after, and I was such a wreck after those 2 songs, omg.) I think it was this part that got me: “Take off all my make-up 'cause I love what's under it / Rub off all your words, don't give a, "uh", I'm over it / Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this / Finally love me naked, sexiest when I'm confident / You say I ain't pretty / Well, I say, "I'm beautiful", it's my committee” (Little Mix).

I don’t have a great history with my body. There are things about myself that I’m not comfortable with—my weight, my skin, my teeth—and I generally just feel a little bit like I’m trying to hide myself. Growing up, I was always told that I was “so smart.” I was “writing my own ticket,” and “my parents must be so proud.” What I don’t remember being told was that I was pretty or that I had a nice smile or that someone had a crush on me. I do remember not fitting into my 7th grade Spring formal dress because I had gained weight. I remember being told by my neighbor that we could work out (at 12 and 13) and get me “from a Large to a Medium.” I remember getting cast as the comic relief character but never the beautiful leading lady and being told that boys were “intimidated by me.” I remember not getting asked to Prom. I knew I was smart, and that quickly became my identity—but I wanted to be pretty.

And, weirdly, it took moving halfway across the country to find peace with myself. That’s what I realized today. For years, I thought something was wrong with me. Maybe I wasn’t particularly pretty; I didn’t hear that much (except from my parents, but they’re obligated to say that, right?) Maybe I was a little too chubby or my one wonky tooth was too wonky; I had never been asked out, never kissed anyone. Maybe I was too loud or weird or naïve or focused on my career. But when I got here, I found people who loved every part of me—and told me. And that gave me some much-needed confidence to love myself. Like the girls of Little Mix say, “If you got little boobs, love it / If you got a big ass, grab it / If you got nothing big, rock it / It's your life, go get it, if you want it” (Little Mix).

And, wow, do I want it.

So, if you’ve read the last 1600 words, thank you. Go jam to some Little Mix. They’re sure to make you feel good about yourself. (I highly recommend “Joan of Arc,” “Wasabi,” “TheNational Manthem,” “Woman Like Me,” “Shout Out to My Ex,” “Power,” “Salute,” and “Little Me” in addition to “Strip" and “Cannonball.” "Woman's World" (My "last song listened to" is so powerful, too. Definitely worth a shout out here.).

And, if you’re still figuring out who you are, may the odds be ever in your favor. You’ll get there.

Katie

Works Cited:

Collins, Suzanne. Mockingjay. Scholastic, 2012.

Ireland, Justina. Dread Nation, HarperCollins, 2018.

Justice, Daniel Heath. The Way of Thorn and Thunder: The Kynship Chronicles. University of New Mexico Press, 2013.

Little Mix. “Strip.” LM5, Syco, 2018.

Captain's Log, Day 11: Quarantine Isn't a Piece of Cake, But I'm Making It

Date: April 16, 2020

Time of post: 10:05 PM

Quarantine Day: 32

Last Song I Listened To: “Cheating on U” by Lacy Cavalier

Last Person I Communicated With: group text with Mikayla and Lexi

Last Thing I Ate: coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee

Last Thing I Read: “The History of the Book in the Caribbean and Bermuda” by Jeremy B. Dibbell (for my History of the Book Class)

Current Mood: motivated

One Thing I’ve Accomplished Today: Apocalypse DB and quiz; HoB DB

One Thing I Want To Accomplish Today: grading!

One Reason I’m Stressed Today: grading!

One Reason I’m Happy Today: Zoomed with my Children’s Lit people (and Jacque) last night! We made a video for Anne Phillips and sent it to her; unrelated, we also made a video of us singing “All-Star”

Dear Apocalypsers,

Welcome to my food blog!

JK.

But really. I meant to write this last, but, instead, I Zoomed with friends and went to bed at a decent hour—closer to 2AM than 4AM! So I’m just going to write what I was going to write yesterday.

One of the small, individual cakes I made.

Every once in a while, I get the desire to bake. Which is weird, because I don’t have a huge sweet tooth; I’m much more of a savory snacks person, and French fries are Kryptonite. (If you ever want me to do something, just offer me French fries, lol.) So, usually when I bake, I keep a few things and take the rest to the office…which I can’t exactly do right now…and that’s how I ended up with a whole 9-ish-inch, heart-shaped cake that I’m not 100% sure what to do with yet. (I’m taking suggestions!)

Anyway, I’m also not a “baker baker.” I only bake things out of boxes, but I do like to tinker with them. (My secret ingredient is vanilla in everything.) So, yesterday, when I got the hankering for baking, I went to my cupboard to see what I had; it’s like the dessert round in Chopped. I had yellow cake mix, but not much icing, so I decided to try my hand at a coffee cake. I grabbed cinnamon, brown sugar, vanilla (duh!), and maple syrup, and voilà! Here’s my “recipe.” (Let me establish that I literally threw things in the bowl with the cake mix, so these are very rough guestimates of amounts—and I’m awful at judging amounts. Honestly, cooking with Katie is more like “follow your heart.”)

Katie’s “Pseudo-Koffee Kake”

Cake:1 boxed yellow cake mix 

3 eggs (as per cake mix instructions) 

1 ½ c. brown sugar, packed 

1 c. milk 

1/2 c. oil (as per cake mix instructions) 

~1/3 c. maple syrup (I used a light maple syrup, but I assume any kind will work) 

2-3 tsp. vanilla flavoring 

Cinnamon to taste (I used a lot—like, multiple Tbs.)

Oatmeal Crunch Topping: 

*Note: depending on the size of your cake or how thick you want your topping, you can double this recipe. I like more topping, so I doubled it*

1 pack instant oatmeal (a brown sugar cinnamon or spiced oatmeal is ideal, or you might need to add your own spices** to the mix; I used Quaker Gingerbread Spice oatmeal) 

~1/8 c. brown sugar 

~1 Tbs. butter (soft) 

**If using plain oatmeal, add cinnamon/nutmeg/pumpkin pie spices at your discretion 

Directions: 

·         Preheat oven to 350 F
·         Combine dry cake ingredients in a large mixing bowl
·         Add wet ingredients one at a time, mixing as you go
o   The cake mix called for 1 c. of water, but I substituted 1 c. of milk
o   Note: if the batter starts to look too soup-y, you can probably cut back on the oil. I ended up having to add about 3/4 c. of flour to thicken it
·         Grease your baking pan
·         Bake approximately 30 min. (Use the cake mix box for guidance)
·         While the cake is baking, combine oatmeal, brown sugar, butter, and optional spices into a small bowl; mix gently
·         Add softened butter and combine until crumbly
·         After 30 min, my large cake was still raw in the center—that’s good!
·         Remove cake(s) from oven, brush on a light coating of maple syrup, and top with oatmeal topping
·         Return to oven for 15-20 min. or until done
o   Note: my small cakes didn’t need the extra time, but I left them in for around 5 min. to toast the oatmeal
·         Remove from oven and enjoy!

 

The larger cake that I still don't know what to do with.

We’re all dealing with this apocalyptic scenario in different ways. For me, isolation has really just emphasized parts of my personality that already existed: I like to create—be that through baking or PowerPoints or crafts or Harry Potter spreadsheets or carefully curated Spotify playlists. And I keep thinking about how it’s not really that different from how the protagonists in our texts and movies cope with their own grief and traumatic experiences.

Katniss made lists—see this post for an entire entry about that—and I’m definitely doing that in my own way, through the little check-ins at the beginning of each post.

Jane in Dread Nation (2018) is proactive and action-oriented, taking the lead and making plans and trying to gain some semblance of control over her situation, and I feel creating something is my version of that. I can’t go fight zombies—partially because I’m not supposed to “go outside” or “be around people”—but I have total control over any fanfiction I write or what books I read or what ingredients I add to my cake.

I’ve noticed that the characters in Daniel Heath Justice’s The Way of Thorn and Thunder (2011) seem to put a lot of emphasis on relationships. Tobhi, especially, comes from a very social and close-knit community, and I see a lot of my own values in the Tetawi people. Molli Rose is described as speaking “plainly and without concern for diplomatic niceties; her concern was for truth and good sense, two things sadly rare in the world these days” (Justice 169), and, if I’m being honest, I tweet the most quotes from chapters with Tobhi, because he always seems to be spreading wisdom: “Ye did what ye could. No one’s askin’ ye to do no more” (117); “[Tarsa] had a good heart and a fiery spirit, two traits that were much honored by [Tobhi’s] people” (111); “It weren’t like today, ye know, where most folks don’t know how to share words without losin’ their understandin’ of each other” (118).

Tobhi and the Tetawi seem to focus on people, which is even more important for me these days, since I get so little face-to-face interaction. I’ll stop schoolwork for a Skype chat with friends; I’ll give my students extensions at the drop of a hat; I just think it’s more important right now to show compassion and care about people than to hyperfocus on what we would “normally” accomplish if we weren’t…you know…in the middle of a pandemic.

I just want to throw out here that I'm obsessed with Tobhi.
He and Smudge the Deer are my favorite characters.
(Still big Kristoff & Sven vibes.)

If anything happens to them, I WILL riot. pic.twitter.com/GVJBGlBS2G

— Katie Cline (@katiebethbug) April 14, 2020

We’re all just trying to make it out of this with our physical and mental health intact, right?

And, that being said, may the odds be ever in our favor,

Katie

Works Cited:

Justice, Daniel Heath. The Way of Thorn and Thunder: The Kynship Chronicles. University of New Mexico Press, 2013.