Emilee McCubbins

The hill is just steep enough in the front yard that, come snow, you can get a little momentum on a sled. You’ll veer straight into the road, where, barring a car pummeling over you at speeds higher than the sign […]

When I was a little girl, my Mamaw and I would sit on our back porch, raised up about ten feet in the air, wielding a piece of string and dancing it around over the family of raccoons we fed every day. They’d come […]

It’s a chipmunk. Honestly, I thought it was just a baby squirrel. It’s markings are a little weird, but Wooster is known for its black squirrels–who’s to say there aren’t miniature versions of brown squirrels […]

I’m a sucker for a good goldenrod plant. The bright yellow inevitably pops against the color of the surrounding foliage in a way that you only start really appreciating once you start looking for it everywhere y […]

It’s not quite September, but the fountain has already been turned off for the year. Instead of a waterfall cascading from the overhang behind Lowry Center, the “fountain” is now little more than a puddle of […]

Em dashes are my absolute favorite punctuation. Almost every English teacher I have had, both in grade school and now in college, has told me that I use them too frequently. I find them to be more powerful when […]

I just rediscovered an old favorite slam poem of mine about teaching English to students as a second language in schools. It highlights a lot of the frustration and power imbalances that comes along with teaching […]

Below is a link leading to the presentation on South African’s English, as done by Gerald Dryden, Marcel Elkouri, Emilee McCubbins, Hannah Sullivan, and Matt Woodward.