I am a third culture kid. There are always two sides to a story and there are some things you probably didn’t know about us third culture kids.
On January 23, 2015 there will be a 7.4 earthquake centered just east of Fresno, CA. It will be a tragedy for a few; a moderate disturbance for some. It will also bring together
Strangers. Friends. Best friends. Lovers. Strangers.
The scarcity of trains made tying oneself to the tracks feel like less of a death wish, so former damsels were self-imposing time to look up at the clouds. New age therapy sessions
Never able. Walk streets. Tell lies. Hide faults. Pass lights. Be blinded. Seek distractions. Need escape. Feel women. Soft, vulnerable. Hear lies. Think dreams. Walk alone. Ever.
"I can't believe you talked me into this." Jill says as I open the door. "I don't want to go in here. What if we walk in on a dead body or something?" I think she's crazy, but on
Oh, I'm not a professional stripper. No, I'm just doing this to get through medical school. I just do this for a little extra money. You know...to pay for my books and lab fees.
I went down the list. Amsterdam? Nope. Tangier? Nope. Nashville? Nope. All cities I had been banned from. My love of violent mutant girls and "trucker speed" had cost me
It was a cold and rainy day. Fernandus was just about to go to bed when he heard a strange noise.
