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Analyzing Two Very Different Percy Jacksons and the State of the Modern Adaptations originally published on: https://issuu.com/thepostgradgazette/docs/the_post_grad_gazette_mar._19_2025/s/70777254 Percy Jackson was my entire life in the third to fourth grade. I read and reread the books constantly (even one time aloud to my dog), wrote Greek phrases and words in my notebooks, had Percy Jackson posters,…
Originally published on: https://issuu.com/thepostgradgazette/docs/pgg_9_jan25-final/s/64792588 I was at dinner with two of my best friends from high school back in December. One of the things I love most about when we get together is how deeply we can analyze (one might say overanalyze) and discuss. It’s how we bonded in high school: they were the first…
Originally published on: https://issuu.com/thepostgradgazette/docs/pgg_7_sept24_final/s/57141444 The first thing I noticed was the water. If I close my eyes in the shower, I’m back in my grandmother’s upstairs bathroom. Northern tap water, my Tias used to say, came from springs, not swamps like Florida and always tastes better. In my Virignia-scented showers, I pretend to be little.…
Originally Published in: https://issuu.com/thepostgradgazette/docs/pgg_4_feb24_final/s/43988454 I’m on a first date and texting updates to my friend from the toilet. First, the rundown: he’s cute, he paid for dinner AND drinks, he dresses good, we are now at a bar playing darts, I’m winning at said darts, he’s nice, and he also hates the healthcare system. I send my…
Pop told me to join him on the beach this morning. He hadn’t asked. He didn’t ask for anything that wasn’t loaned money or a rum and coke. He opened my door and the squeak of it woke me, just barely, from my sleep. “Come on,” he said. I was up. I’d watched his morning…
My grandmother, my Yaya, died last Tuesday. This Thursday, I’ll board a plane and go, for perhaps the last time ever, to my Yaya’s house. Growing up, visiting Yaya in Virginia was my favorite thing in the whole world. We’d drive ten hours until we reached Norfolk, a name I loved because if you said…
I was ten years old and waiting for the other shoe to drop when I met Mitch. I don’t think I knew, back then, that I was waiting for anything. Dad had left six months ago, and I occupied my time building Lego roller coasters and telling Mom I was okay. She occupied her time…
Juli sat in her yard and waited for Sissy’s lime green bug to pull up. She swung a plastic cowboy boot keychain around her pointer finger. The miniature spur on the back of the heel kept hitting her thumb. A mosquito landed on her calf. She slapped it and wiped the guts on Connor, who…
Carmen Maria Machado’s “The Husband Stich” is a retelling of the classic children’s story “The Girl With The Green Ribbon” through a feminist lens. The woman at the center of this narrative is a representation and placeholder for the universal female experience. In the opening reading aloud instructions Machado states that all women’s voices are…
Both “To Room Nineteen” and “The Midnight Zone” play with cultural fears and issues women have surrounding patriarchal expectations of motherhood, and by extension womanhood. The main women in the stories use two opposite approaches to address these issues, one by embracing the social role and one by rejecting it. Ultimately, the women’s struggles and…
Rachel Loring 