The Fall of Butterflies
A Few Words on The Fall of Butterflies:
My friends from Bryn Mawr will all know The Fall of Butterflies is set there. From the cloisters, to the green, to the gargoyles, to the arch through Rhodes Dorm. It’s obvious.
When I got there I was just a hick from Nebraska. I was a nobody.
For some reason, and I still have no idea why, I was whisked away by the most spectacular presence there. I was taken under wing. I was anointed.
And when she got kicked out I was traumatized.
But by then it was too late.
She had already had her effect.
She still has her effect.
I wish you could have seen her back in those days. Oh, you would have fallen in love! You would have wished, only wished, for her to turn your way, to notice you, to like you.
And she would have.
She was kind.
So much kinder than this world allows.