The kindness of strangers

* Trying to carry on with business as usual feels a bit like fiddling while Rome is burning at this point. But this story isn’t so much for you – although I hope you’ll find resonance within it – as it is for me. Because I need to be reminded of the inherent goodness of… Continue reading The kindness of strangers


My culture, my home

This was supposed to be a maudlin, melancholy post. I'd been preparing it, almost bracing myself for it, for a few weeks, coming up with all sorts of anguished things to write as I waited for the event that took place this past Saturday. But Saturday has come and gone, and now that it's time to… Continue reading My culture, my home

“If you’ve got my back, I’ll go on.”

This post has been a long time coming, but in retrospect, I'm glad I waited to write it. A lot has happened since I first thought to jot down these and interactions that have only strengthened my belief that I stumbled onto something pretty special. One of the things that stuck with me after my conversation with… Continue reading “If you’ve got my back, I’ll go on.”