The harsh rattling coming from the trunk of the taxi station wagon where I sit is almost unbearable as we traverse the dirt roads of Pisco, strewn with giant rocks, bricks, trash and rubble. The taxi driver, a man with a badged vest to prove his trus...

I’m at an odd place right now. It seems I cannot be still. I have been on edge for the past month. First it was too many changes: a new roommate/suddenly having my best friend back, twice the work load (2 internships and 2 jobs), then it was Thomas...

I was tearing up bite-size pieces of pb&j for Hugh -- the 1-year-old I babysit – last week in the park, when a dad walked up to me and began chatting. We were sitting on the grass by the water at Alhambra Hall (which I had just that day discove...