
On Saturday, my cousins, mom, and I went to South Padre Island, but along the way, we stopped at Harlingen to see the Iwo Jima statue.
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This is a shot of the Lyceum on the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss) campus. It was taken from the sidewalk that James Meredith walked when he became the first African-American student at the University in 1962. My mom remembered hearing about the controversy and the riots that ensued there, and it gave her chills to think that she was standing where so much history was made.
This is William Faulkner's grave. I was the one having the epiphany at this stop. Standing in the cemetery with just grass and dirt (well, and a casket) separating me from the body of my favorite American writer held a lot of meaning for me. I didn't realize I would feel such a connection in a cemetery, but I did. Later, in 2007, I wrote a poem about the experience. I called it "A Pen, a Rose, and a Bottle of Jack," because those were the three items I found on Faulkner's grave when I visited.

