Korrin L. Bishop is a California native, Oregon Duck, and former D.C. local. She cofounded the outdoor group, Wild Wilderness Women, works on federal homelessness programs, and is a freelance essayist with publications in Sierra Magazine, Misadventures Magazine, and Adventure Journal. Korrin enjoys group hugs, kayaks, and the Everglades.
I was fully expecting my next post to be Part II of my D.C. housing Rom Com (which I do have written and waiting for you all). However, sometimes in life you reach a moment where absolutely everything else in the world can pause for a second because nothing else could possibly come close to … More I Miss My Family
It was late June. I had just punched the clock for the day and was headed to Dupont Circle to meet up with a gal pal I hadn’t seen since we were both in Israel in 2009. After a joyous embrace, we sat at the bar for happy hour cosmos and sangria. As my heel … More Confessions of a Suburban War Veteran — or, looking for love in the city. PART I
Writing, for me, is like a MacGyver trick, I suppose. It’s an amalgamation of the random pieces of thought around me. It’s sitting looking at all of them until I see how they all connect to express what I’m feeling. It usually ends with the declaration of, “Maybe it’s about the…” followed by the frantic … More Walking in Wet Stilettos
I have this big, long blog post in the making about my move out of the suburbs. When I get around to writing it, I do hope it will be a lovely intermingling of humor and passion, inspiration and loss, toying with both the endogenous euphoria and despairing nadirs of the 20-something experience. I hope. … More On Booze
Mis·an·thro·py (mis-an-thruh-pee, miz-) noun: hatred, dislike, or distrust of humankind (“misanthropy,” n.d.). I hate people. I really do. They disappoint me constantly. They annoy me. They live recklessly and selfishly and destroy good things. Many days, I believe I would be happiest living in a little mountainous cave far, far away from them all. This makes … More Misanthropy and “Hey, I’ve Been There” — or, I Hate You, But I Love You
Harry is a pal from college whose effortless acceptance of art in his life is something I often quite covet for my own. Harry graduated a year before me and was off to Nashville for the beginnings of his next adventures. As our individual stories are forged far and wide, across the country and into … More I Miss You
I found kickboxing in college. I fell in love. Not only was it an incredible workout that toned my muscles, improved my balance, and generally enhanced my cardiovascular health, but it also proved to be a valuable personal outlet. There was something meditative and mesmerizing about it. Unlike in my various life endeavors, in kickboxing, … More The Rom Com Reality: Revisited and Revised Through Seasoned 20-Something Eyes
I love air travel. There are so many aspects of it that have captured my heart since my very first flight. It’s the idea of changing scenery for a moment. It’s the stories to be created on the other side. It’s knowing who is waiting at your destination with the sole intention of taking you … More Nancy Pokres (June 27, 1936 — July 31, 2012)
I began writing this post 38,062 feet above New Mexico. I had 876 miles left on my steel bird until I reached the promised land of California. I was dreaming of touching down within the sweet, succulent borders of the place on this earth that, more than anywhere else, has consistently taken me into its … More Moments: Opening Lines, Two Degrees, & Being You
A few weeks ago, I was standing in line at the post office after work. My friend had walked there with me. The walk from my work to the post office near Union Station is one of my favorites, especially on days that are like perfectly ripe summer plums — those days where I find … More Kindness and Letters. Letters and Kindness.
ROUGH OUTLINES 