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A Metro to the Moon

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?”

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

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

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

This Land Is My Land

Two weeks ago, I revisited the City of Magnificent Intentions.

Cellos and Controversy

imagine my dismay when I discovered on Monday that The Piano Guys, one of my favorite musical groups, had accepted Trump’s toxic invitation.

The Late Twenties

The Late Twenties

by | Sep 21, 2016

Self-exploration and discovery don’t stop at the end of the twenties or upon graduation or after getting married or ever.

PunchTrump Love

PunchTrump Love

I don’t know about Saudi Arabia. I’m not rich, either. I don’t lead an empire. I don’t have Kurt Cobain’s talent or Robin Williams’ fame or Donald Trump’s confidence. I’m just another guy. Another unexceptional guy. Every morning I shower with second-guesses. I brush my teeth with self-doubt. Half of my personality comes from insecurity. Maybe more. I’m not sure.

How To Move To A New City In 7 (Not-So-Easy) Steps

How To Move To A New City In 7 (Not-So-Easy) Steps

Mumbling “what have I done” to myself in my closet-sized Queens apartment with my suitcase only half-unpacked on the floor is not exactly my proudest life moment.

A Toast to Hope

A Toast to Hope

I thought of Cairo, of the refugee kids I met, the illiterate mothers, the desperately poor. And I stopped her to ask earnestly, “Where do you find hope?”