Chelsea SchmidtOn My Grandfather’s DeathEveryone keeps saying, “Write something about your grandfather,” but what nobody understands is that every time I go back to last week I…Feb 7, 2023Feb 7, 2023
Chelsea SchmidtReflectionWalking around the reflecting pools in New York, you feel compelled to take in every name inscribed on the surrounding walls. With each…Sep 11, 2015Sep 11, 2015
Chelsea SchmidtNight Time WordsIn the dead of night words tend to burst from my fingertips. It could be the words are nocturnal and this is the hour for play. Or maybe my…Aug 16, 2015Aug 16, 2015
Chelsea SchmidtFive Years TimeLying beneath your blanket fort, you stare up at the makeshift ceiling above your head, tracing the threads, seeing pictures and patterns…Aug 13, 20151Aug 13, 20151