A Glorious Predicament

I don’t know if you ever get in this predicament, but I am finding myself in it a lot lately. I’d say it’s unique to bloggers or writers, but I’m not so sure now. Indeed, it may be a predicament common to all that have turned a bend in the road, to all those who...

With Distinction

I hold the black square cap, tassel swaying every time I shift my weight. Not impatient, though to a casual observer, a long line of black-and-turquoise-robed graduates waiting for their ceremony to begin would be a veritable pool of impatience. It’s been three...