Ah, New York City, how I love you so. You’ve been my home for decades and have given me everything I could ever want. A smelly, dysfunctional subway. Rent prices that would make Karl Marx turn in his grave, and…

When the topic of the showcase first came up, I quickly told myself that I couldn’t do it. I had a myriad of reasons why. “I don’t have time”, “I have nothing I could write about”, “Mercury is in retrograde…

Growing up, we were always asked what we want to be when we were older. For some they knew immediately what they wanted to do. I was one of them. Whenever asked that question, I would always simply state, “I…