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It’s finally time to go home. To end a blurry haze of a year that has flown by without respite and transition back to American life. For many…

“Where are you going?” The Amtrak official asked incredulously. “How old are you boys?” This was back in 2008, sitting in a train station office trying to convince the skeptical…

With the clock winding down, it is time to roll it back. I will start with the first semester’s worth of newsletters this week (No. 1 to 24),…

“Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises. That thing you had to force yourself to do—the actual act of writing—turns out to…

Over the past week, a passage by Tolstoy has been reappearing in my head like a stubborn wrinkle on a crisp white bed sheet. The silent monologue occurs…

A few times this week, I’ve found myself suddenly at a loss for words while standing in front of students in class. Certainly, this is not the best…

“See that sign over there?” I gestured across the bright Hongdae street at a restaurant. “That place sells 족발, or pig’s feet. I didn’t like it the first…

A few months into freshman year, my Wigglesworth roommate told me that I had been talking in my sleep the previous night. Given that his bed was in…

Perhaps it’s the heat that blurs the hours and days together, stringing together a late spring malaise like clouds wafting lazily across the sky. There are days—weeks even—when…

This feature follows up on the events of Homecoming || No. 18. Family reunions tend to come in two buckets: planned and unplanned. The planned tend to be…