
“Misty of Chincoteague?” I squealed. “No, that’s Virginia, this is North Carolina,” my classmate responded. “Yeah, but the ponies!” I insisted. We hadn’t come out on this boat to see the ponies per se (andContinue reading
“Misty of Chincoteague?” I squealed. “No, that’s Virginia, this is North Carolina,” my classmate responded. “Yeah, but the ponies!” I insisted. We hadn’t come out on this boat to see the ponies per se (andContinue reading
I had big plans for winter break. I was going to apply for a Fulbright Fellowship, hammer out the details of my Masters Project, submit applications for summer internships, submit more images to National GeographicContinue reading
Fall is here with its smell of pumpkin-spiced lattes and the sound of crunchy leaves rustling. And though I was in denial for weeks, I’ve finally given up on wearing summer dresses to school, andContinue reading
“Welcome, sista. Please have a seat.” Our host was sporting dreadlocks and a Bob Marley tank top. He pulled out a chair and fanned his arm with a flourish. My godparents, who had brought meContinue reading