Two places. Two tragedies. Brown University. Bondi Beach. Different countries. Different contexts. Same ending. A brief moment of shock. A rush of posts. Carefully worded grief. “Thoughts and prayers.” “This…
cooked adjective having achieved a state of failure; being doomed I’ve spent the past year across continents and at conferences, listening to our field take its own temperature. Last week’s…
The Immigrant Paradox: Why the Last One In Slams the Door Shut I met an old friend for dinner last week. Like me, he’s an immigrant — came to the…
Radical Gratitude: The Kind That Costs You Something Thanksgiving arrives like clockwork, wrapped in ritual and softness. We gather around tables, pass bowls, rehearse a script we all know by…
I am an immigrant. Or maybe an expat. Or maybe the line between the two says more about power than identity. I came to America almost 34 years ago carrying…
The Sound of Nothing: What the 6-7 Craze Reveals About a Generation on Loop “6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (bip, bip) Skrrt… I just bipped right on…
As the Boeing 737 rumbled down Runway 23 at Julius Nyerere International Airport and reached VR, I knew I was about to take off - away from the stillness of…
I was in Tanzania over the past 5 days — a country under lockdown amid election-related violence. Internet access was shut down, and even the cellular network was faint and…
The White House is being torn down. Not all of it, of course — just enough to make room for a ballroom. A gaudy one, I’m sure. If that doesn’t…
Right now, millions of high school students around the world are hunched over keyboards, writing what they’ve been told might define their futures. And on the other side of this…
I’m not a religious guy, but every once in a while, I come across something in scripture that feels less like dogma and more like truth. This verse from the Bhagavad…
Seventeen years is a strange period of time. It’s long enough that the sharp edges of grief soften, but short enough that the memory of a voice, a laugh, or…