An ode to Fall

Growing up I used to love Spring, with all the flowers and bursting pastel colors. Somewhere in my 20s Fall took over as my favorite. There is something about these in-between months (or weeks depending on where you live) that is undeniably romantic and wistful. There is an intoxicating mingling of feelings of excitement and forlorn – the anticipation of sweaters and warm beverages intertwined with the sadness of bidding summer farewell. The precious golden days of fiery foliage are inevitably followed by dreary rain and fallen leaves. Part of the magic of fall is its brevity. Unlike summer and winter, Fall is here one chilly morning and gone before you know it. It never overstays its welcome. Could one ever get enough of it? Continue reading →

Privilege

I listen to podcasts on my daily commutes and today’s episode broke my heart. It was about a brilliant boy from a bad neighborhood who clearly had the potential for greatness but also faced incredible odds because of the world he was born into. Malcom Gladwell said the story was “not inspirational, it [was] depressing”. I partially agree and partially disagree. I agree that it was depressing — I had a noticeable lump in my throat towards the end (I had laughed out loud on a few occasions while listening to podcasts, but I have not cried, yet). It was also inspiring, because it inspired me to think more about my own privilege and what I can do to help the many people out there who deserve and need our help. The people who are not given the many chances and opportunities that come with privilege; the people, like the boy featured in this story, who could go so far if the rest of us cared more. Continue reading →