Unlocking the Secrets of the French Language
During the year that I worked as an assistante d’anglaise near Lyon, France, I overcame a number of challenges (managing to rent an apartment without French papers in a sea of “déjà loué” responses, miraculously locating some approximation of Neosporin on a Sunday when all of France shuts down, semi-successfully sharing my English skills with...
Ode to a Vegetable
I never cared for carrots, Nor did I rout for sprouts. Asparagus was rare, Nearly never was it there. My plate was void of any green, Spinach-less, not one Lima bean. No parsley or parsnips mixed in with my peas I dodged away from pepper jack cheese...
From Freedom Fries to Frantz Fanon
As a kid, my mind bubbled over with dreams of the places and people that existed beyond the borders of my small town. This dreaming manifested itself in an insatiable appetite for learning about the world in any way I could. Looking back, it seems silly to think that, while folding origami cranes or breathing...
