Faking It: On Pretending to Be a Grown-Up
I halt my chair-swiveling when one of my students — a big-shot Korean businessman — walks in. I stand up, and I give my best…
I halt my chair-swiveling when one of my students — a big-shot Korean businessman — walks in. I stand up, and I give my best…
It’s 1 a.m., but my loft is bathed in brilliant bluish screen-light. The fifth episode in a row of “Master of None” is auto-playing on…
If oysters are a love potion, veggie burgers are fighting fuel. Since going vegan about eight years ago, I’ve been around enough veggie burgers —…
After leaving my English teaching job in Seoul, I started frantically applying for jobs back in my home state of Florida. Two weeks later, and…
Kalina and I met our first year of middle school, when I may have well as been Regina George. Not just because I was blonde,…
My first argument with a boy was in first grade. His name was Adam, and he was my best friend. He wore wireframe rounded spectacles,…
Let me be transparent: I write this article while sipping my dear, iced “Jungle Espresso” from the cafe down the street, so you could say…
Walking across the graduation stage, I had a simple mantra: Don’t trip. I shook hands with University of South Florida’s president, and, blinded by stage…
I was taking the first sip of my Starbucks soy latte last month when I heard a shrill jingle and a wave of terror hit…
“Mommy has cancer.” I looked back, blankly. I already knew, at age 6, that “cancer” is supposed to be scary, but so was the sound…