It’s starting to seem like I’m getting worse and worse at shaving. I usually never miss a spot. Or, wait, did I always have to shave in...

I met my younger self for coffee. We were both late. Her nails were perfectly manicured, makeup flawlessly applied, and hair meticulously...

Life in Haiti after that began to feel a bit redundant and mundane. Every morning, I would walk to work, sit through the morning prayer...