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Update: Poorly penned poetry
Because of some recent traveling, writing a full blog entry was not possible for this week. As I’m settling into the newest job I can promise that soon we will return to the regularly scheduled last-minute, late-night-scrambling, burst-of-inspiration and nick-of-time blog posts. As for now, if you’re a person that comes to this page to…
Travel Stories: Leaving Wales
It was clear when Wales had run its course, but pulling myself away was like pulling teeth. My host mother Alma had made it clear that I was welcome to stay as long as my visa would allow– she even waved the chance of payment under my nose, but somehow conveniently forgot about it before…
Travel Stories: Wales
It was hard to feel like american wasn’t plastered on my face like a shipping label. I was a little white girl in a little white town, but I had an excuse to feel different. I jumped on that excuse– and then it jumped on me. It was hard to shake for a very long…
- Update: Poorly penned poetry
- Travel Stories: Leaving Wales
- Travel Stories: Wales
- Travel Stories: Alaska, pt. 2
- Travel Stories: Alaska, pt. 1
The Wastepaper Basket 