I wish I could tell you that I returned to New York happy-go-lucky, refreshed and ready to take on the world. Such is not the case. Since getting back to the city, I’ve acutely felt the crushing weight of the reality that exists outside of my privileged, first-world life. The

I decided to spend my last weekend in Siem Reap, home to the ancient Angkor temple complex. Angkor served as the capital region at the peak of the Khmer Empire and is Cambodia’s most important legacy – a pivotal source of pride for its people. So much, in fact, that

Before I stepped foot into this country, I was fully aware of Cambodia’s widespread battle with child labor and prostitution. Yet for the first time, I truly felt like I saw it. Last night I went out by the Riverside, a popular night life area in Phnom Penh. As I’ve

I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating the nature of Cambodia’s people, and I’m still somewhat at a loss. Everything about their recent history points to a justifiably unhappy present, yet I’ve continued to witness small moments of happiness, especially from children. As a foreigner, I feel that I am

I continue to be taken aback by how sweet and affectionate the children at CCH are. Every day upon my arrival, I am greeted with tender hugs and smiles. At the beginning and end of each class the students stand up and greet me, during class they assist me with