There’s a quiet thrill in my chest that I haven’t felt in a while—not the caffeine-induced kind (although the new espresso machine in my apartment definitely deserves its own love letter), but the real, deep-belly kind that comes when something you’ve nurtured in private finally blooms in public. Japa Chronicle has officially taken on a…
If you think you’ve fully assimilated into American culture just because you’ve eaten a burger, filed your taxes, or yelled “Let’s go Cowboys!”, think again. If you’ve not yet experienced the DART bus and train system in Dallas, your American initiation is incomplete. Forget Hollywood’s shiny portrayals of America; the real raw, unfiltered, and sometimes…
They say everything’s bigger in Texas, they didn’t lie. As I sit here writing this, a bundled human burrito, my thermostat is doing its best to convince me that 12°F (-11°C) is “cozy,” while my electricity meter keeps climbing higher. As a writer—one who calculates rent between commas—I am keenly aware of these things. Anyway,…