As a stranger in a strange land, the days when your national holidays come around are strange times. There is no fanfare, no celebration. It’s a bit like It’s a Wonderful Life, where everybody around you has forgotten who you are…or what a significant day it is. Except they’re not pretending, they have no reason … Continue reading →

I write in Constantia as a nod to my former professor and inspiring mentor, Dr. Kate Schmitt. I miss my grad school days. They said I would, and I do. Mostly, I miss the community and the rounds in Starbucks, the only semi-cultured place on campus, a safe haven from the rap music pulsating through … Continue reading →