White in the Desert

As you walk through the medina men call out to you, trying to guess from your appearance where you’re from,...

As you walk through the medina men call out to you, trying to guess from your appearance where you’re from, hoping to stumble on the right language with which to coax you inside their stalls of spice and leather. España is the most common shout, followed closely by English. But then there are the bolder […]

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The Welsh exist exclusively in my mind as men. No, I know they’re not Tolkien’s dwarves, sprung fully formed, beards and all, from the ground. But my entire perception of Wales is through the robust verse of Dylan Thomas: tortured poets with dark hair and darker eyes and wicked smiles; mistakes waiting to happen; all […]

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In preparation for my trip, whenever I mentioned to someone I was about to travel to Helsinki, their response inevitably fell along the following variation: “Oh. What an ugly city. But the people are lovely.” Basically, Helsinki got the city version of ‘she’s got a great personality.’ Whenever I mentioned to someone that I would […]

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It’s evening by the time I get home but you wouldn’t know it from the slow declension of the summer sun; seven o’clock and she’s still dripping away, transmuting into darkness. I’ve spent the day exploring Göteborg (or Gothenburg) the first of my two Swedish cities. I’ve traveled to Göteborg, on the Western coast of […]

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I’m a mermaid. This proclamation echoes across the hashtags of every instagram filter, burnishes from its shimmering sweatshirt etchings, reflects back quizzically from the mercat brooches and seashells pins decorating totes covered by the same mantra. Should your heart desire it, you can even buy a mermaid tail blanket on amazon (two of my friends […]

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My dog is dying. A degenerative disease has completely paralyzed her back legs. It will spread slowly, with apathetic deliberation, and it will take over her entire body. My dog is dying. I have known this for months, seen the videos of my dad carrying her up and down the stairs, discussed her doctor visits […]

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When I was a child, my teacher pulled my mother aside and had a conversation about my reading skills or, rather, lack thereof. Concerned at my non-existent progress and my petrifying silence, my teacher suggested that I may be mentally handicapped in some way. Now, there is nothing shameful in having a reading disability or […]

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(Welcome to Budapest)   At 4AM, I quickly fall asleep as the bus pulls away in the early morning darkness of Krakow. I’m not awake when I say goodbye to Poland but her scent will linger with me for the rest of my journey. My eyes lazily open to gleaming sunlight. Without needing to consult […]

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I can only begin the telling of my journey to Krakow by starting at the end.   I spent my last day in Krakow at Auschwitz.   This pilgrimage takes its first step at a crossroads, at the intersection between two parts of myself, one known and one unknown.   I have, my whole adult […]

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During the second half of winter term at LAMDA, we workshopped a production of Tirso de Molina’s play Don Juan or The Trickster of Seville.  This play was a struggle for me—it wasn’t the challenge of playing a character who was off center for my type, it was the fact that I found the protagonist of the play […]

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