Jane Friedman

  • Church Week

    This week we’re visiting churches, but it also seems to be the week of the dead. Yesterday we traveled outside the city walls to visit the Catacombs of Priscilla, a series of grave-filled tunnels that the early Christians used to bury their dead. Romans were not allowed to bury their dead within the city walls…

  • Writing Assignment Two

    Yesterday we visited the Diocletian Baths. This was the ancient equivalent of a spa where everyone from nobility to the common man could soak in three different types of baths-cold, tepid, and hot. The baths no longer exist because Michelangelo was commissioned to design a church that now stands in their place. We walked through…

  • Buona Sera Roma

    After a two hour wait at SeaTac, nine and a half hours on the plane to Germany, five hours in the Frankfurt airport, and another hour long plane ride, I finally made it to Rome. All the traveling feels worth it. The highlight of my two days of travel was definitely sleep. Anywhere that I…

  • Transitions

    I’m moving out of my apartment today, packing boxes and cleaning, and wondering where all this stuff came from. I guess I can’t be too attached to the apartment I’ve been subletting for barely over two months, but there’s something special about this tiny apartment with the awkwardly arranged kitchen and plants that grow leaves…

  • From my First Publication (Not Counting the High School Literary Journal Because Nobody Counts That)

         For those of you who didn’t hear, the arts journal at SPU, Lingua,  picked one of my stories to be featured in this year’s issue. I even had my first reading for it, which was terrifyingly exhilarating. Here is the story, for all those who are interested, or for all who just like creepy stories…

  • Hello world!

         I started this blog so as to post my observations and writings from my Rome study abroad trip. The intense one-month creative writing trip requires me to generate new work almost every day (how they can possibly expect that of me when there is so much to see and so much wine to drink…