“The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.” –The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
sometimes a writer; mostly a dreamer.
Hi! I’m Megan.
Born and raised in Missouri, I grew up the same small town where my family has lived for generations. I fell in love with stories and the printed word before I even knew all of the letters of the alphabet. At age 7, I decided to be a writer for career day at school, and I’ve been scribbling in notebooks, filling up journals, and typing blog posts on my iPhone ever since (okay, the iPhone is a more recent addition).
I am a graduate of St. Louis University, where I earned a BA in History. During my undergrad career, I spent a semester studying abroad in Rome, Italy. Following graduation from SLU, I spent a year as a member of the Jesuit Volunteer Corps (JVC) in Boston, MA. After JVC, I spent two years back in my beloved St. Louis working at a non-profit. In August 2014, I moved to Washington, DC to attend graduate school full time.
This blog is compilation of several that I have kept over the years; it includes posts from my semester studying abroad (Fall 2009), my year in JVC (August 2011 – August 2014), and most of what I have written since and in between that time.
I enjoy reading, traveling, baking & cooking, shopping at Trader Joe’s, exploring DC, and getting lost in Wikipedia articles.
Broadly speaking, this blog is about my feelings–and I kind of have a lot of them. It’s also about telling stories, and writing has always been the way I best tell my own. While I like to call myself a writer, I’m mostly a dreamer.
“But I talk about my life anyway because if, on the one hand, hardly anything could be less important, on the other hand, hardly anything could be more important. My story is important not because it is mine, God knows, but because if I tell it anything like right, the chances are you will recognize that in many ways it is also yours. Maybe nothing is more important than that we keep track, you and I, of these stories of who we are and where we have come from and the people we have met along the way because it is precisely through these stories in all their particularity, as I have long believed and often said, that God makes himself known to each of us most powerfully and personally. If this is true, it means that to lose track of our stories is to be profoundly impoverished not only humanly but also spiritually.” –Frederick Buechner
Disclaimer: This is a personal blog; the opinions expressed here in no way represent the views of my employers, my university, etc.