Sometimes when traveling, I mull over the purpose of my trip… and of my life. By the standards of…
The other day in salsa class, a question was posed by the instructor that has been roaming around in my mind for a while now. Who knew that salsa could make my head spin in more ways than one?
A quick lesson from micro economics 101: If I’m really good at harvesting coconuts and…
With spatula and scraper, my father tirelessly carved his piece of the American dream on top of his fryer in West Philadelphia. Surrounded by those who viewed him as an…
The stinky trains that run very frequently in a tight network of colorful lines underneath Paris are not a place for the faint of heart. From the ripped-open bags of trash, to the people recounting their life stories in…