New York City can be a depressing place. The people can be callous and cold. So when I traveled to Central Africa, the most shocking thing was how genuine and friendly the locals were, and I thought to myself; this is why I travel. A few days after returning to New York I took a [...]
Grad school has been taking larger than usual chunks of my time lately. I’m also committed to updating this blog fairly consistently, so I’ll combine those things and list longer projects I’m working on for Grad school. – Post-war Nicaragua through the lens of conversations with a drug addicted gang member and a Christian revolutionary; [...]
I wrote this a few years ago, while living in New York City. It seems relevant now with all the negative talk about Russia in the Western press of late. – When I moved to NYC I did not anticipate that it would lead to a deeper understanding of the Cold War; but it has. [...]
It took me a long time to realize that I will always be an American. Wherever I go, whatever I do, I can never change where I am from.
I desperately wanted to see the world, not the one I read about in history books or heard sound bites of on television, but the real world, with all of its agony and all of its gluttony.
Photos of the Northern Lights from the Arctic Coast of Iceland.
This is an excerpt from my book-in-progress. I am describing some volunteer work I did in Ecuador. All the children knew I was different, but some couldn’t quite grasp the concept. “Are you going to your country now?” one boy asked when I walked my bike out of the building, getting ready to leave [...]