How a Girl Tricked the Nazis and Redefined Bravery
She sat across from me, her mouth turned up into a soft smile. With eyes crinkled at the edges, and a gentle lilt to her words, she took me back into the recesses of her memory. It was 2003, and I was in Vinnitsya, Ukraine. Elizabeta Yepifanova agreed to meet with me on a brisk, March morning,...
Spring Break ’16 and I Am a Hot Mess
Have you ever had one of those pedicures where you stick your feet in a tank of water and let tiny fish nibble the dead skin off your heels and toes? I haven't either, but I watched friends do it and I've never quite been the same for it. I find little appeal in letting small water creatures...
On Being Brave
I sat in the middle of a long table, a spread of foreign food laid out before me. It was hot in there, bodies compacted together, unfamiliar syllables and consonants mingling with the smells to overwhelm my senses entirely. I took it all in quietly, not really sure of my place inside this...
The One Thing I Refuse
There's a certain flaw in my personality. I know this comes as a shock to you, but it's true. I am not perfect. This certain flaw of mine resides firmly inside my stubbornness. I hate being told I have to do something. Maybe you can relate? My first reaction to someone telling me I have to do...
