Category Archives: Washington, D.C.
by Katerina Parsons | Sep 1, 2019 |
After I have been
Back in the United States for a few weeks, I find myself
Crying at the strangest things.
by Katerina Parsons | Aug 1, 2019 |
21. Sometimes my life seems to spark like a live wire, and I feel intoxicated by its opportunity and potential.
by Matt Leistra | Aug 31, 2018 |
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.
by Andrew Orlebeke | Apr 21, 2018 |
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.
by Josh deLacy | Jun 6, 2017 |
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?
by Matt Medendorp | Mar 22, 2017 |
We’re nodding our heads, ready to keep walking, and then he opens his mouth to sing.
by Geneva Langeland | Jan 17, 2017 |
imagine my dismay when I discovered on Monday that The Piano Guys, one of my favorite musical groups, had accepted Trump’s toxic invitation.
by Andrew Orlebeke | 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.
by Josh deLacy | Nov 6, 2015 |
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.
