A and D are the New B and S (Or Saying Goodbye to Gossip Girl)

I know everyone says that the show has gone downhill, but there is something about Gossip Girl that keeps me coming back for more each Monday at 9pm. As Thought Catalog puts it, maybe I have become too invested in the characters to let them go. I have to see it all the way through.… Continue reading A and D are the New B and S (Or Saying Goodbye to Gossip Girl)

The Best is Yet to Come

I was so excited to attend my first Harvard-Yale weekend since graduation. Ghana did not make it very conducive to going back my first year as an alum, and I had now not seen my college friends (minus about two) in about a year and a half. I kept telling my students all week how… Continue reading The Best is Yet to Come

When Standing on a Precipice, There are Unknown Arms Around You

(A creative conversation piece written with my dear friend and college roommate, Alexandra Wilcox)   My mother weaves a beautiful bedtime story For her daughters as the lights dim at night Brave, bold, and beautiful Our voices rising strong above the waves   I waited on the sidewalk until she ascended the steps Children happily… Continue reading When Standing on a Precipice, There are Unknown Arms Around You

Tolerance, Peace, and Value Systems

“It may seem naively idealistic, but I know that as long as we can imagine a better tomorrow, we can work towards a better tomorrow.” –James Orbinski, An Imperfect Offering  About two weeks ago I had a session with my students on stereotypes and how we should not act on them in order to avoid… Continue reading Tolerance, Peace, and Value Systems

Helping Yourself in Order to Help Others

As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others. – Audrey Hepburn  Towards the end of last week, I started feeling ill. It started with a fever one night that ibuprofen was able to break, but then the next day it was back… Continue reading Helping Yourself in Order to Help Others

The Good, the Bad, and the “That’s So Delia” of Life

Tuesday night, I had my camera and my phone (Ghana phone though, not iPhone) stolen at the concert I went to. This seems like the start to a familiar story, that I know all too well. However, I should go back a bit and explain the concert. Ghana was scheduled to have a  widely popular… Continue reading The Good, the Bad, and the “That’s So Delia” of Life