As I sit at the gate at the airport, there are hundreds of thoughts running through my mind. I see many unknown faces surrounding me, but I know they are feeling the same way I do. The feeling of unknown, but also excitement for the many adventures we… More
Leaving It All Behind: On a chilly February morning I bid my parents goodbye and enter Denver International Airport. The sun has not even risen, and several long days of travel await. I opted to take holiday in Hawaii, some other Pacific Islands, and… More
When I opened my eyes this morning, I was struck by the familiarity of what I saw: my old ceiling, with its off-white, 1950s-style wooden beams; a large cabinet stuffed with DVDs and old photo albums; a painting of a kangaroo I made when I was 12, complete… More
In the Maori world, your identity is understood in terms of your Pepeha, a formulation of self that places you in the context of your genealogy and your geography. Who you are is a product of who came before you and your place on the land. Putting together… More
I’ve had a rare day of rest. It’s late afternoon, and for the first time in my recollection the sun is shining directly into my homely student apartment, across a short arc of clear sky in between the imposing edges of the parking garage and the dense… More