Seeing Bhutan in Winooski

They shuffled into the senior center, straight to their seats around circular tables, like bees flocking to pollen. I wait until they register the unknown faces in the room. My presence grows like a burning candle, sending expressions through the air like wafting smoke signals. A current flowing between two cultures. I stare, they stare …

The Last Day of Classes

Melancholy. Empathy. Joy. Gratitude. Excitement. These are the emotions that run through my heart during the last day of classes of my sophomore year at the little liberal arts college I attend. “Lift your head up. Leave your phone in your pocket. Look around you. What do you see? Who are you? Why are you …