It was just another late Thursday night. A few friends and I were sitting around, drinking whiskey, and shooting the shit in Uganda’s bustling capital city, Kampala. We were somewhere between hilarious sex stories and creepy dude stories when my BBC Breaking News tone sounded. As a bit, I picked it up and read it out loud in my very serious journalist voice: “South Africa confirms the death of Nelson Mandela.” The words were out of my mouth before I had even registered what I was saying. Read More Mourning Nelson Mandela
It’s been a couple months since my last post here on my new status as a “widow.” The horrid “W” word that no one in love or marriage actually wants to think about. Read More Entering Widowhood: The In-Betweens
It’s been almost two years since my last article here on P-Mag. In that time, I had some wonderful adventures and moments – before my husband’s brain cancer began to really change the quality of his life for the worse in 2012. He was in Home Hospice service for about eight months before he passed away on September 11, 2012. He had turned 28 years old in August of that year.
At age 25, I became a widow. Read More Entering Widowhood
Due to time constraints (as in, I have almost no time these days), I’m going to wrap up this series of articles on what it is like to be a TCK (third culture kid). To be someone who was born one place and raised in another place (or places) is to be someone who is caught in the middle of many cultures and who finds herself or himself attempting to reconcile so many facets of a complex life. I have already discussed several topics connecting to being a TCK, so in this article, I’ll attempt to tie them all together through a summary and collection of my own experiences. Read More Being a TCK: a Summary
When the death of Apple co-founder and former CEO Steve Jobs was announced last week, remembrances and outpourings of grief quickly commenced. And, almost as quickly, criticism followed. Not criticism of Steve Jobs (although there was plenty of that even before his death), but criticism of the way people were expressing their grief. It seemed as if the culture of Apple-H8rs had given extra leeway to look down upon the sadness that fans of Apple products were expressing at the passing of its figurehead. Criticism ranged from “Steve Jobs wasn’t God,” to “He didn’t even invent any of this stuff, anyway,” to “You know, other people who actually did important things died today, too!” And it all makes me uncomfortable with the way it’s found acceptable to judge the way others grieve. Read More Judging Grief
As I sat in my apartment on Sunday, looking out over lower Manhattan, I felt miles away from the ceremonies that were taking place not even a ten-minute subway ride from my house. I feel isolated from this event, which in itself seems arrogant to say, yet accurate, as I do not feel like 9-11 is something that I could ever claim, if that is even possible. The day and its histories are an abstraction, something fraught and untouchable, yet part of complete normalcy that is now social fabric of the way we live now. Read More To Be Better: A Request, Post-9/11