<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Raven Reighard]]></title><description><![CDATA[Raven Reighard]]></description><link>https://ravenreighard.wixsite.com/ravenreighard/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2026 20:36:33 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ravenreighard.wixsite.com/ravenreighard/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Using Fanfiction to Flirt: Interview with Francis Le about "I Wrote This For the You I Made Up Long Ago"]]></title><description><![CDATA[Francis Le holding a copy of their essay "This is a Fairy Tale" 	Francis and I met at a local coffee shop (with a book store attached) at noon. The place is decorated for Christmas, silver tinsel strung over wooden rafters and an angel tree set up in between the lounging area and the counter. It’s crowded this time of year, being only a few blocks from the university campus and a week away from finals.  	Francis is already there. Their coffee—an iced latte with a maple brown sugar syrup—is...]]></description><link>https://ravenreighard.wixsite.com/ravenreighard/post/using-fanfiction-to-flirt-interview-with-francis-le-about-i-wrote-this-for-the-you-i-made-up-long</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69311e98beedf468e5322427</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2025 22:39:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4f90f0_0b7ec17faa0e4232a469d4ee3f086b76~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Raven Reighard</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[About Grief Preview]]></title><description><![CDATA[Below is the first section of my essay "About Grief" 	My grandma has been dead for one month. It’s my fault. At least I think it is. It’s been going around in my mind: If God is real, her death is His punishment for not believing in Him . It’s a long thought to be looped in my head. A stupid one, too. It doesn’t make sense, and yet, there it is, tormenting me. 	My father called me the day before she died. He was in tears, sobbing into the phone as he said, “Grandma had a heart attack. She’s...]]></description><link>https://ravenreighard.wixsite.com/ravenreighard/post/about-grief</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69320bdba7a4d87bcf14029e</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2025 22:32:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Raven Reighard</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>