Inconspicuous is not the word I would describe Tuscan table. Standing by its lonesome on Maine mall road is a magnified painting of a pig that looks nothing short of overfed. You couldn’t miss it. When news traveled that an Italian restaurant was coming to south Portland, I immediately put a mental note. An opportunity…
WHAT’S IN A PASSION?
Speaking of figuring out what I’m supposed to be in this world. You think the worst is behind you after you turn 16 and discover that there’s nothing at all sweet about it. Yet, as I try to tame my 22-ness, and cure my millennial syndrome with gluten free avocado, I slowly realize that all the…
Coming to terms with my black-ness.
It’s been a strange couple of months. The summer winding down almost always means coming to the realization that all those great people you met at the bars were just alcohol-induced connections with aching hearts and un-diagnosed alcoholism like you. I digress. Already. The reality is, This summer was a bit of a quiet one.…
THE GYM DILEMMA- The complexity of foreign aid.
I apologize. I was wrong. Not wrong about the need for foreign aid, no. While it is a bit of a difficult stance to take and stick to, I still believe in it. Wrong for thinking that the solution to poverty was simply education. Not only was it simplistic, but it was also naive. And…
MAKING THE CASE FOR FOREIGN AID
Hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis. These words, like fire, evoke a sense of fear and destruction. Whole cities and towns wiped out by natural disasters. Homes shattered, families torn, lives lost. To the naked eye, it seems irreparable. But in the case of some cities in the west, a sense of normalcy was regained within a few…