Maybe I’m just cynical after being back in the suburbs for a year. The world is calling and I’ll probably answer it soon.
“Get optimistic,” I grunt to my reflection. “Don’t you cry on me now.”
“Can you still hear me over the sound of the passing decades?”
I inhaled the sweaty air of the dance floor and couldn’t help but smile…
3.7 million African deaths, but yah, your pretty ring matters more.
Maybe my life will get a blue check mark next to it.
A reader picks my brain on writing, travel, and more…
“You will endanger our entire tribe if you go back…”
If I don’t help them, many people will die.
We are all on a journey, but to where?
