France
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Racism like Death
This past Sunday, I sat in the Evreux cathedral, contemplating. I anticipated the moment when a woman or man would come down the aisle with a small basket and look me in the eye, waiting for a donation. I, like always, would refuse them. But why? Why could I not donate even a cent? Why…
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Wander·lust
*In less than a week, I am leaving for Evreux, France to begin my stint in the Teaching Assistant Program in France (TAPIF). “Are you excited?” my co-worker asks me. I cannot answer, confused. “About what?” It’s nine in the morning and I only have eight hours of work to look forward to. “…Leaving the…
The Alvearie 