By: Mimi Lipson

I’ve never taken any kind of dance class, and it seems a little crazy to start with tango.

By: Mimi Lipson

Javier tried to explain Foucault to me, but I am too dumb.

By: Mimi Lipson

Sometimes you have to get off the bus and walk.

By: Mimi Lipson

Everything looks familiar from a distance and less so on approach.

By: Mimi Lipson

I gave in to the gathering surge of traveler’s love.

By: Mimi Lipson

Before learning that I would be outbound to Montevideo, I had barely thought of Uruguay.

By: Rani Som

“Some days just going out, being in public, feels like a battle.”

By: David Hajdu

“Yes, I know wearing pince-nez makes me come off as pretentious.”

By: Davy Rothbart

“Dude,” he said to me, “You can’t walk around everywhere holding your pants up.”

By: James Gaddy

“Maybe it’s that clicky sound, which can give just about any task a metronomic rhythm.”

By: Hillary Chute

“My pocket knife tumbled out of my pants pocket and fell into the toilet and was immediately swept away .”

By: Kristin Parker

“Then she took the steel bracelet off her tiny wrist and fitted it onto mine.”

By: Anne Quito

“I imagined the earrings as a kind of heirloom from a fabulous ancient ancestor.”

By: Nicola Twilley

“I started flashing my teeth like a cheerleader in a yearbook headshot.”

By: Adam McGovern

“What really turned me into a princess were the bronze-to-cream-fade plastic alligator shoes.”