"Where are you from?" This is a seemingly simple question to which I routinely respond with complicated answers. Most inquirers are just being polite or trying to ascertain some small amount of information about where I live. However, they usually end up with significantly greater detail than expected. My answer and corresponding internal dialogue usually goes something like … Continue reading My Existential Crisis of “Home”: Where am I from?
Last week was one of those weeks. You know, the kind of week when I said things like "I miss grad school, when things used to be simple and easy". Which must mean that I was delusional, because grad school was neither simple nor easy. I returned from the beautiful lull of a three day … Continue reading Helping.