Sunshine and Soul Food

On the eve of the eve of my 24th birthday, I found myself walking down King Street in Charleston, South Carolina, sporting a lobster-red sunburn and a yellow jessamine in my hair.


Heart and Seoul

Five rows and eight per row, which makes forty. I study the glass case and count them again individually, using my index finger like a conductor’s baton to tally each one. Again, I get forty. With a slight frown, I glance around the bustling platform at the Jongno Sam-Ga subway station in Seoul, South Korea, which seems…