Refusing to educate yourself on a political candidate, view a work of art, or read an award-winning novel because of your personal perspective on the world serves only to reinforce and ultimately limit your own perspective of the world.
He came into my life when I was anxious for an unadorned, prepackaged New York moment…generally feeling desperate and waiting for my prince charming.
You see, I keep thinking of you everywhere I go, and your smell hangs around on the clothes I wear. (I can’t even tell you how much more intoxicating it becomes at night.) Your smell never fades; it burns inside me and seeps through my pores like lava.
There is no status in a master’s degree; it’s more of a personal accolade than anything.
Maybe they could see the pride shimmering off the edges of my cheekbones.
With the genesis of these personalized flashback videos Facebook has created to celebrate its decennial; I’m left wondering if it’s all just a big joke.
I came to realize that when you’ve served in the Peace Corps, the memories stay with you forever linked to past cognitive connections; constantly popping up in the moments you least expect them to.
It’s been raining all day. The mums are soggy and drenched in dampness; I notice them almost instantly as my face lands right next to the pot they’re in on my front porch.
The thing is, a lot has changed since you’ve all graduated.
My first brush with krokodil came about three years ago, in Central Asia.