Sensorium by Isabeaux MittonPosted on June 28, 2017December 1, 2020AudioScholars Groups "My time in Normandy was engulfed in sound, and I constantly found myself comparing our loud, boisterous American voices to the low hum of French."
In Dialogue With Darwin by Isabeaux MittonPosted on May 18, 2016October 15, 2020Creative NonfictionScholars Groups "There was nothing more beautiful than seeing those islands bleed into view. I left a face imprint on the airplane window."