It was April 2002, many months after 9/11. I had relocated back to San Francisco after spending four years in New York City. Like many people, I was consistently anxious; reminded that the world was not what I had once envisioned. It was during this time that I sought to belong to something greater. For me, it meant offering assistance while being part of a community. I volunteered and helped...
November 12, 2017
Why I spent the past eight years (and a lot of money!) pursuing a Ph.D. program.
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