For a Moment

Storytelling can be a way of affirming what we feel, or even changing our own perception of what we have experienced, either as an individual or as a society. The importance of narratives is not lost on advertisers and marketers in 2019. However, storytelling’s value as an emotionally engaging method of communication can be reclaimed…

A Day in Padova

I like to do a lot of research before I travel somewhere. Even if I don’t get to everything, I like to have a list of the coolest restaurants, the best parks, and the places with the most “local” vibes. That being said, some trips I spend half a day sitting in a cafe and…

One Weekend in Boston

After spending six years in Boston, I am taking a hiatus in Italy. Coming back for the holidays though, I’ve realized that I never wrote anything about my favorite city in the world re: what to really visit while you’re here (if you’re looking for a list that includes the Freedom Trail in its entirety, search…

Coming to Italia

The first thing they asked me was “who did you vote for?” I can only assume my host family is talking about the 2016 presidential election. It’s almost comforting to know that the rest of the world has not forgotten or gotten used to our president as quickly as we have in the United States….

Entiérrame en Boston

Bury me in Boston the city so far from perfect. The place that hides its messes so tactfully under stories of glass Ah, White Mecca, the pain we have caused. A flood of molasses has preserved us in an earlier time we bind our books in human skin. We like to think only ghosts walk…

The Economics of Injustice

I was recently at a conference about fair housing, and and a man stood up to say that the emotional appeal is no longer working; there is no inherent desire for social justice among the American people. Those of us who care about equity must switch to making the economic argument. But I can’t help…

Three Minutes in Hell

A grassy knoll with a quaint but noticeably large chimney suddenly gives way to a concrete wall with one door. We file in, ushered faster than we were in the other parts of the tour. I can tell no one outside can hear us in here, but it does not matter because we are silent….

After Love

I couldn’t stop crying because I was so afraid. My already small eyes looked minuscule when surrounded by puffy skin, varying shades of red. I was terrified; of being alone or of being lonely? I was unlovable. The thought of moving to a new city and starting a new job was suddenly the most frightening idea I…

All There Is: Part II

The narrative we have been fed is that humans are the strongest animal, destined to rule, but even we are inherently flawed. Our disposition is toward war;  our greed is insurmountable. We play out this narrative because we are the sum of the stories we have been told. We put on a soldier costume and…

Bloodshot: A Journal Entry

We get to work and sit around the conference table. Our eyes are bloodshot but we maintain a steady gaze to keep our bottom eyelids from quivering. It’s as if we’re trying to hide how we’re feeling, except when someone says “good morning, how are you?” we resoundingly answer, “bad.” Mild pressure builds behind my…