When I recently told a friend about my weekend plans to go out dancing, he seemed surprised. “You still go to raves?” Of course, I still go to raves. Why wouldn’t I? “But I thought you don’t drink or do drugs,” he said. I don’t. These days,
If you were to ask any of the elders in my family what the secret to a successful marriage was, I’m almost positive they would say, “Find someone like you.” This means more than simply being with someone of the same race and religion. It also refers to social
I love how my home makes me feel. When I’m in this space, I feel truly protected, as if the walls are providing a cozy shield from the outside world. Despite its compact layout, it even has room for a dedicated meditation space beneath a skylight. And I’m
“You don’t wanna drink wit’ your grandfadda?” Every time I visit my grandfather, he offers me a shot of rum. It pains me to see his face deflate when I decline because I know this is his way of trying to connect with his grandson. But my refusal isn’