I’m on a bus from Washington DC to NY. Off in the distance I see Newark, power plants, highways and powerlines. But just out the bus window I see brown fields and bare trees, snow-covered swaths of land and flocks of geese in their standard… Read More
About a year ago I was in Kutupalong Refugee Camp in eastern Bangladesh, 40 kilometers from the Burma/Myanmar border. It was a dusty, bumpy ride from Cox’s Bazaar, the Bangladeshi resort town where I had celebrated the new year and my birthday with Mark, my… Read More
Yesterday I had the pleasure of joining my dear friend and soeur Carol Ann at a dinner party in Williamsburg. I was surprised to learn that I had previously met our host, an accomplished artist, Jenny Lynn. This summer, I photographed the launch of the… Read More
I started my first blog at 19. It went through variations and manifestations, eventually becoming a friends-only place for poetry and inspiration. Now, it’s a record and testament to my experiences as an undergraduate, and and my first few years of working. At 21 I… Read More
Emily Jacobi 