Author Archives: lbressler

On a Non-Rural Ancestry

What I loved most about my grandpa was his appetite for reading. Although Grandpa predictably slathered all of his main meals in a hefty dose of Heinz ketchup, a Nassau County Library card was the only proper thing that could … Continue reading

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Beauty/Disorder

Back in Jakarta, our group attended a two-day flooding workshop, a joint effort between researchers at Northeastern and Tarumanagara University (UNTAR). At the workshop, the 35 of us spent the day in a conference room learning from a wide swath … Continue reading

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Smells Like Pink Sugar

The running (pun intended) joke of my first trip to India was one of our group member’s morning outdoor barefoot jogs. While some of us headed to the hotel gyms, this unnamed participant dazzled us with stories of sprints-sans-shoes. Westerners … Continue reading

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Always Pack Extra Tums and Other Things I Know

For four summers, I have developed a sort-of ritual. I bake in the Arizona sun for a couple of weeks, scour my medicine cabinet for sunscreen or Tums, and pray for my visa to arrive on time. My post-spring semester … Continue reading

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Repetition

To get to the Lufthansa lost and found desk during a layover in the Frankfurt airport, you need to have a true friend or two to help you withstand the scary emotional implications of a lost iPhone go through customs … Continue reading

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Long Hugs and New Friends

In India, I hear more. When you strip away the constant noise of needless newsfeeds and buzzing text notifications, you aren’t left with silence. Instead, there are the sounds of birds in the morning, of rickshaws honking meters away, plates … Continue reading

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Gut Feelings

There was something I couldn’t put my finger on about the hotel we stayed at on Mandarmani beach. Something felt off. Initially, I had a few vague reasons that explained my discomfort. Immediately, upon opening the gates of the hotel, there is a row … Continue reading

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