I live in a world where it is normal to breathe in all the people who happen to be headed the same direction as I am on my way to work. For an hour, I am pressed against strangers. Arms I don’t know rest on my head to hang on to the pole that steadies … More Fighting for Space in the City: The Commuter’s Pains and Little Glories
As we smiled at each other, I realized that we are really quite similar, you and I. Each for our own reasons, we have chosen to come to Paris and make a home, and suddenly there we were, in the same place, at the same time, making the most of it. … More A Letter to The Stranger in the Tent City
A candle flickers on the table before me, and I leisurely take another sip of my wine. I’ve been sitting in my apartment, freshly cleaned as of this morning, for a few hours now, as I think over the events of the weekend and flip through my new e.e. cummings book. I love Sundays. I always … More Being Relational in Different Cultural Contexts
The Transition Artist 