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When I heard Sextus’ skepticism analyzed in Wednesday morning’s lecture just hours after the Trump was pronounced President-elect of the United States, I began to think otherwise. Before the media’s barrage of explanatory articles began — before I could even process the result myself — I looked to Sextus for guidance about how to approach the unpredictable and the unexplainable.

December 15, 2016

Seven words told the story, more than justifying the expensive round trip from O’Hare to LaGuardia, the weeklong suspension of campus activities at the inopportune mid-semester, the utterly incomprehensible response from friends and faculty who hadn’t shouldered more than a century of false hope, learned anguish and dreams — little boy dreams, indefinitely deferred. The Cubs are in the World Series.

December 15, 2016

I curled up in the chair, finding comfort in the overlapping shadows cast by the canopy of laundry. More than once, I fell asleep here. The next morning, we’d take in the dried laundry, inhaling the acrid sweet of Beijing-polluted sunshine.

December 15, 2016

Reading this guest book, looking at old letters and pictures, listening to my French teacher, I began to curate a different type of gallery in my mind. Not the type that would be exhibited in a museum, not one that most people would ever even see, but a gallery all the same.

November 23, 2016

When I was 12, I unwittingly discovered the edge of time. Horseshoe Cove was a narrow shoreline that peeled off the western side of a main barrier spit that separated the Lower New York Bay from the Atlantic Ocean.

November 23, 2016

We all get lost in our own ways, especially when we lose community.

November 23, 2016

On our second day of hiking we walked through the pre-dawn hush to the Romanesque bridge for which the village was famous. My guidebook urged […]

September 26, 2016

I. I sit in a pew of Langhorne Presbyterian Church between my little brother and my father, who squawks with the suburban Pennsylvanian congregation: Woooorld without […]

April 28, 2016

On the wall of my dorm room hangs a map.

March 3, 2016

In 2010, my dad died of ALS and I found a new favorite poem. The two are connected, I see that now. Back then, the […]

March 3, 2016

“Heaven knows we are never allowed to forget that the personality doesn’t exist anymore.”         — Doris Lessing, “The Golden Notebook,” read […]

January 24, 2016