I’ve never been one to think of myself as attractive or handsome or anything like that. Nor have I gone to the other extreme… But I must admit that there’s something about my hands that I love. Not just my hands, actually, but the area just below my elbows to my fingertips. I’m not sure [...]
For the past month, at least three days each week, the path to my destination involved a short walk along which I crossed the Charles River. Until this week, the river’s flow has been trapped under a sheet of ice. And every time I cross and look at the sight, I think of the Faust [...]
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“Where you From?”
In a little while, I’ll be celebrating my 14 year anniversary of moving to the States. I was eleven when I left, so most of my life has been spent here. Still, when I consider the question, “Where are you from?” my answer seems to vary, often depending on my mood or on who’s asking. [...]