A Parable for 2019

We are rejecting the world’s stories. The princess is shot in kindergarten and we read about it on tiny handheld computers. A hashtag appears on twitter’s trending page and we retweet it to show solidarity, but mainly to feel good about ourselves. We focus our energy on scrolling through endless Facebook feeds to avoid boredom, … More A Parable for 2019

Morocco: Some Notes

Part 1: المدينة (The City) The air smells of spices and mint tea. Cumin, paprika, cayenne, turmeric, and cinnamon are displayed in conical piles in the storefronts that line the narrow street. The hard dirt road beneath our leather sandaled feet is packed down, as if a thousand pairs of feet have already walked along … More Morocco: Some Notes

Enchanté

On the first day of French class in 6th grade, I learned one of my favorite words: enchanté. I have hardly used it since then, although I have been saying it a lot over the past few weeks. The words means “nice to meet you.” Here are some of the people I’ve met recently, and … More Enchanté

In a new home

Salut! I am spending the semester living in Nice, France and studying at SKEMA Business School. So far, I am absolutely loving it here– from the culture to the food to the people. It’s been pretty easy to adjust to life in Nice, although there are some minor things that have surprised me. Here is … More In a new home

Les Papillons

Darling I’ll never stop admiring your strength We had to cry for you because you never did Dad was concerned by how you chose to cope Now you’re running careless as if you’ve never known pain My dear you’ve already encountered the worst of the caterpillars and now you can know butterflies   Adults have … More Les Papillons

Skin

I was having one of the best days of third grade. During reading hour, I had the privilege of sitting in the teacher’s rolling chair at the round table in the center of the room. Once in a while, the highly-coveted fabric-covered seat was offered up as a reward. Such a reward is always taken … More Skin

Nineteen

I love introverts. I am not one. Any guy I’ve been in a relationship with was always the type who wouldn’t reveal the inner workings of his mind to the mailman and the French professor and a classmate he met 20 minutes ago. And I admire that. I also equally admire people who are bold … More Nineteen

Sleeping on Floors

I’ve been lacking inspiration and Command Strips. I’ve been eating chocolate cake for breakfast and breakfast for dinner. What is it about carbon dioxide and too many hangovers that makes seltzer more desirable than bottles of liquid on the shelf above the cutting board cabinet? I’m searching for a spot to claim by the third floor … More Sleeping on Floors