Should we focus on solving the world’s problems or living with our problems? And what does it look like to work with and in our problems?
Hi Reader (s)? I am sorry I did not post my monthly story, and I even failed to give an explanation! The truth is, my life has been a whirlwind. I am in the middle of reassessing that whirlwind, but I want to say quickly that I have a great project in the work and…
Hana Jackson opens up about the beauty in the Japanese collectivism, and what she likes and dislikes about US sensitivity culture.
A man stumbled to his right as my friend dragged me towards hers. Chicago’s bright city lights dissipated to yellow patches that broke up the darkness as we found ourselves on a street that ran below Michigan Avenue.
Miriam began to tell me her story, how she immigrated into the United States as a married woman and struggled to find self-worth in her emotionally abusive marriage. The process of leaving was coupled with learning that she was worthy of good treatment, a belief she was not raised to embody.
Nothing I have been writing feels good enough lately. Call it a writer’s block, maybe a quality block, but the truth is, I have not been feeling great.
For a friend
I had just closed the bedroom door when I saw el dueño de la casa staring down at me with suspicion, “¿Ya pagaste?”. Did you pay already? He knew what sneaking out looked like.
“We need humanities students in the professional world to counterbalance the people who are there pretending to know.”
My wings had melted and, like Icarus, I fell— hard, fast, completely. And I found myself at the bottom of a pit as dark as night and as vivid as ice-cold water.