My memory is hazy. Of what, you might ask, to which I’ll respond: everything. This isn’t to say that I don’t have any vivid recollections, just that I…
I have a habit of looking up people’s ages. It can be anyone. An author. A TikTok star. Last season’s winner of the Bachelorette. Last season’s runner-up. On…
I don’t watch The Bachelor because I find it heartwarming. I don’t watch it for the drama, nor to be inspired to fall rapidly in love – I’ve…
Ihab Saad never returns from HomeGoods empty handed. He also never returns with a typical good for the home, like a chair. He’s returned with strawberry meringues, licorice twirls,…
The best compliment I’ve gotten is that I seem to have a zest for life. I do! I’m really lucky that I got the life I did. I…
Last week, a local Turkish student came to interview one of the Syrian women I volunteer with for a project she was doing on refugees. She, an Armenian…
The closest I’ve come to experiencing homesickness abroad hit me last week. My roommate’s mom was in town for a few days, and among the many household initiatives…
During my intern orientation at Scalabrini, the organization’s director, Miranda, was intentional in avoiding the word “empowerment.” A common theme among the NGO’s I’d come across while searching…
Today marks the start of my eighth week in Cape Town, which means I’m closer to my departure than my arrival, which means everythingishappeningsofast. I was warned against…
This world is so big. It’s so much bigger than the basement of Carroll Hall or the third floor of the Y, far more expansive than the top…