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Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My beloved dogs: 6 of 78

Pablo I never thought that I'd buy a dog from a street-side vendor hawking puppies through the windows of passing cars. But that's how I got Pablo. I was walking along the side of a major road in Lusaka, Zambia, on my way to the plaza housing Shop-Rite and the only movie theater in the country. It was far from uncommon to se...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Tribute to my first love: 9 of 34

Evan I sit listening to the song Passenger Seat at an inconspicuous table in Panera Bread. The setting is commercial, mundane. The haunting, lilting notes of the piano separate me from this place, and I am not here. I am the lonely passenger in a shapeless car that drives in the darkness. Someone is beside me, but not close ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Joining the Peace Corps: 1 of 2

It's been nearly three years since I began the application process for Peace Corps. It happened so quickly, so suddenly, or so it seems in retrospect. When I remember it logically, I remember that the interviews and applications and essays and medical clearances took a year. But one day, stuck in the post college limbo that ...