Free and Brave

Free and Brave

For well over a decade, I made an annual trip to Door County, WI for a 4th of July celebration. Months ahead of time, I would stew in blissful anticipation of the affair – long nights of deep conversation and stargazing that ended with sunrise, bocce ball and...
The Slaves Still Among Us

The Slaves Still Among Us

In the middle of a heated debate about healthcare, I find myself in the Capitol building on a guided tour of the House of Representatives. Amidst the hordes of summer tourists, I walk through the halls of Congress with one intent: to witness the opening of the day’s...
Is Evil for Real?

Is Evil for Real?

When was the last time you used the word “evil” in your daily life? I was compelled to use it last week when a colleague showed me a graphic video (warning: it is intensely violent) of an assault and robbery in the French Quarter of New Orleans, where I am working for...
Happy (?) Birthday, Congo-Kinshasa

Happy (?) Birthday, Congo-Kinshasa

By the end of the 1960s, most of Africa was finally under native heads of state. People of African descent around the world celebrated, reinvigorated by a new sense of self-love and solidarity. This culminating sentiment of “Pan-Africanism” was expressed in many...
On Pentecost, Puns, and My Pops

On Pentecost, Puns, and My Pops

My dad has lived all over the world – from Iowa to Italy, Brazil and back. As a result, he’s spent years of his life navigating multiple languages. Because of this acuity for words, he’s become a man who produces eye-rolling, head-shaking puns....
The Pen is Mightier … Than the Text?

The Pen is Mightier … Than the Text?

I was once notorious for my handwriting, and I probably still am. I’d write on the board of my classroom, and my students would in unison tilt their heads, inevitably leading a brave soul to raise their hand, “Mr. B., HOW do you spell that?” As I edit papers for my...
A Layover in Ramadan

A Layover in Ramadan

After an exhausting 15 hour flight, all I wanted was a cold beer. I was looking at a nine hour layover in the Middle East, and in hopes of passing the time, I sought to make friends in one of the airport’s lounges. Approaching a smiling attendant, I inquired if she...
Giving in to Birthdays

Giving in to Birthdays

Four years ago while studying in Québec, I managed to celebrate my birthday without a single Bonne fête or cake. None of my classmates, instructors, or housemates knew — that is, until the next day, June 6th, when one of my classmates (whose Facebook friendship...