Nassau Weekly
  • Fiction
  • Poetry
  • Points of View
  • Second Look
  • Issues
  • Verbatim
  • Crosswords
  • About
  • Donate

Byline: Rachel Bergman

  • New
  • Old
  • Random

Forget Me Not

It was my freshman year of high school, and I was at my first Model UN conference, walking out of the dining room of the Hilton hotel where the conference was being held. I had just finished lunch with my friends and was heading back to my committee room, when I saw a face I hadn’t seen in several years. My best friend from grade school was getting onto the escalator in front of me. I started slapping my high school friend, Margaret, in excitement. I pointed to my old friend and whispered loudly, “I went to elementary school with that guy!”

by Rachel Bergman on March 1, 2014July 21, 2017

Pedaling Danger in Phnom Penh

I’d just been hit by a car, and I had the urge to go ballistic, to scream and curse at the idiot behind the wheel while banging dents into his hood. It seemed like a natural and reasonable reaction for me to have given the circumstances. But instead I just looked at him, wide-eyed, and tried to remain calm as I steered my bike towards the side of the road.

by Rachel Bergman on November 7, 2013November 16, 2013


Submit a Verbatim

    Recent Posts

    • At the Nexus of Almost
    • Thorn
    • Existential Economics
    • namo buddha
    • Hot Topic

    Navigation

    • Home
    • Articles
    • Issues
    • Verbatim
    • Contact
    • Donate

    Categories

    • Campus
    • Reflections
    • Poetry
    • Podcasts
    • Fiction
    • Lists

    Join Us

    • About
    • Privacy Policy
    • Submit an article
    • Submit a verbatim

    © Nassau Weekly 2025 · All Rights Reserved