I always wanted to travel. It got to the point where it was painful to be reminded of far off lands and embarrassing to respond to questions about where I had been because I was so unhappy with how few places were in the response. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t want to […]
I woke up today at 5:15 AM in a panic about the choice to go after my dreams. OK, that’s a lie. Not the part about waking up in a panic; just the part about it being a choice. The truth is, I fought it tooth and nail. I tried to fit in growing up,
I took this picture in a rough neighborhood in South Sacramento known as Oak Park. During the beginning of the recession when gas was $5 a gallon, people like the woman in this picture were broke and had no hope. We all felt the hit financially but for people who struggle with everyday living the
“We’re going to have to close down,” he said. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the attractive Lebanese man that had been my employer for the past two and a half years was going to cry. “I’m sorry, Danny. I feel terrible.” “It’s OK Fadi,” I replied, looking up from my desk in a