I was in my early teens when I first heard the term “snowflake”. Eating dinner with my family, we watched the TV as news commentators angrily complained about an entire swath of entitled, lazy, and overly sensitive young Americans. After playing clips of liberal-arts-degree-holding baristas and bartenders venting about their lack of income and the […]
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I was waiting under dimly lit street lights for my dad to pick me up after fall track practice during my junior year of high school. “Andrew!” I looked around, confused. Someone had clearly yelled my name. “Andrew, I’m here!” I looked toward my left and at the unfamiliar vehicle that pulled up next
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The colors above me were fading from sky blue to pink to violet, yet I remained motionless. Sitting in a small, weathered cardboard box on the brow of the hill in my parent’s backyard, I was fully immersed in the world around me. I could see for miles. The trees, homes, and businesses of the
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I I love the great outdoors. I love camping, hiking, backpacking – I love all of it. It’s an escape from our technologically engrained reality, or perhaps an entrance into a truer way of living. One that is simpler, slower. Stripped of the unnecessary until only the essentials (and, of course, some comfort items) remain.
I grew up in South Pasadena, a sleepy suburb bordering Los Angeles. And up until college, it was my whole world. From kindergarten through high school, I was a student enrolled in the South Pasadena Unified School District. I spent countless hours practicing and playing baseball games on the fields of Arroyo Seco Park. I