Oh Aubrey. You’re scared. Nay, terrified.
You’re sitting on the floor of your DC apartment, exhausted. On the phone — a landline, of course, as it’s 1999 — sobbing.You worked eight hours today then went to Grad school and…
My grandmother spent several months studying for her oral U.S. citizenship test. Just days before her exam, I sat on the edge of her…
Usually, I’d be crying as I peeled my butt cheeks from the sticky toilet seat.
His name is Pablo, but the children in his barrio call him “Guero” (white boy)…
2.2 The Violent Client
He didn’t go home. He grabbed his coat, his scarf, checked for his keys, lucky albatross and wallet eight times (so he wouldn’t die), jumped in the Luton and poked at the SATNAV. He was going to drive to…
The back wheel of the bicycle , yet the important one is the women as a general analogy is there…
This is the third article about my recent work visit to China. See also Culture Clash 101 and China in the Rear View Mirror.
Even after all these years I am a kid on a plane. I clamor for the window seat and poke my face to the window during takeoff and landing. Every time I am awed by the immensity of our earth; every time I am…
