“And who’s going to close the door, ah!?” I cringed at the bus driver’s sharp yell as I realized it…
They Call it Culture Shock
It comes most noticeably at first in the assault of your senses: in the din of new sounds flooding your…
I Am (Not) My Writing
I am my writing. I have been told this is a lie, yet every tap on the keyboard feels like a…
Hope Unyielding 