Of steps and story slams: Rebirths, Returns, and Comebacks Story Slam at Wolf Humanities Center
I had just signed the lease on my apartment. I was an adult now. Naturally, I did what every reasonable adult would do. I climbed the Rocky steps, sat on the topmost stair, and cried.
That August afternoon was hot. People on the steps would have mistaken my tears for sweat. Fortunately, my emotions evaporated into the heat as quickly as they came. Looking out onto the Parkway released me from my anxiety and brought me peace.