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Category Archives: Washington, D.C.

Place-starved and Home-lonely

I am from this place as much as I am from anywhere, and it’s this recognition that helps me know that I can feel this way again.

The District Sleeps Alone Again

It’s been almost a month since I hopped on the 92 bus and sat next to my soccer teammate on the way to our game, both of us taking turns to explain why we’re running late this time.

Rules of Engagement

There are many white people in Grand Rapids, and gossiping about dog breeds is, I guess, what we do.

Prepare for Re-entry

The third time in a short conversation that I heard myself saying, “Well, in Honduras…” I stopped myself. I didn’t mean to be a bore; I simply didn’t have other experiences to draw from.

A is for After

After I have been 
Back in the United States for a few weeks, I find myself
Crying at the strangest things.

Quarter-life Confessions

21. Sometimes my life seems to spark like a live wire, and I feel intoxicated by its opportunity and potential.

A Metro to the Moon

A Metro to the Moon

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As the train and your pulse both speed up, something happens. In the middle of a step, between the time when your back foot leaves the ground and lands in front of the other, you seem to be weightless.

“Why Did You Wait?”

“Why Did You Wait?”

Of all the regressive, fear-mongering, cynical, hateful, and unethical positions to which the Republican party has hitched its wagon, the vilification of refugees and immigrants is among the most loathsome.

I Sing the Body Collective

I Sing the Body Collective

At some level, isn’t that what individualism is all about? Being the hero. Saving the day. Who watches Han Solo blow up TIE fighters, and then decides he’d rather be the air traffic controller who directs X-wings to Yavin IV?

Sidewalk Buskers

Sidewalk Buskers

We’re nodding our heads, ready to keep walking, and then he opens his mouth to sing.

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