Prologue to Angst

He drove and drove. He drove mindlessly. Where was he? What street? 8 mile. He drove until there was no more 8 mile. Home. As the bright lights faded into suburbia. He was safe now. Although the dimming of flicker street lamps caught him off guard made him jump as he caught sight of it….

Turning a “they” into an “Us”

Although my blog is about being a global citizen, traveling and learning foreign languages, the issue of race comes up from time to time. actually, it informs all my interactions. who am I kidding I always think in terms of ethnicity and culture, don’t we all to an extent? Even if we unknowingly or subconsciously do so.  It…

Short stories from a global citizen

Short story of angst Part I Why do we always feel the need to prove to people how smart and how successful we are? Is it because we know we are not living up to our potential? Suffering in silence for the sake of society.  He felt inadequate because with his fancy education he was…