Smolyan, Bulgaria. October, 2012.
Fall in Smolyan, Bulgaria. October, 2012.
I love a good memoir, but there’s something so disingenuous about turning real life into plot points.
September, 2012. Plovdiv, Bulgaria.
"There’s something profoundly comforting to return to a place (in this case, a community), where people speak your language. Literally and metaphorically."
Invisibly subtitled: Why I was lucky to spend 4 beautiful years among Scrippsies.
Reflections on my first week as a Fulbright ETA!
A couple of thoughts on the small anxieties and simple pleasures of my life here.