I worked at a summer camp as a teenager. I was working in the kitchen one week for a family camp when an older woman, a camper in her 70s, picked up a broom, and started sweeping the dining room. I took the broom from
I left for university on a sunny, August afternoon. I was at the wheel of my parents’ chevy Astro van. A wooden trailer swayed along behind us, overflowing with my worldly possessions held down by a blue tarp. We hadn’t gone more than ten minutes
It’s a misty morning in Berlin—you can feel the rain in the air, but it’s not falling yet. We’re playing tour guide—showing some family members who have come to visit around Berlin. Berlin is a vibrant city, full of life. But tourist Berlin is dark,
I’ve been thinking about how to find your passion lately, especially after seeing an avalanche of posts that say that passion is dead. The thing is, I don’t want to be a cliche, but I’m also not willing to give up on the dream. So
I was having a conversation on reddit the other day. Someone asked how to find a job you love. So I answered, and someone else said to me, “You know not everybody gets to find their dream job. Some people just work jobs they hate
