When I saw my friend Si’s e-mail telling me that another earthquake had hit, only one thought came to mind. My close friend Liv would have been at work, right in the heart of Christchurch’s Central Business District. WHERE. WAS. SHE.
I’m trying to write a story about the first time I held hands with a girl. Simple enough, right? It is, after all, something most people have done.
We’ll try almost anything at least once. Scottish haggis? Bring it on.
I still remain unsure of how to approach the situation. Even though I identify myself partly as Egyptian, my pale complexion and my passport say that it is not my place to discuss the future of Egypt.