I was fresh out of high school, an only child, with a decision to make. My father had just graduated the past summer with his PhD and had accepted a new position in a different state. I’d spent my first four years of life in Texas, my next 13 in Southern Illinois in a college …
“The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision” – Helen Keller Rachel was 20 when I first met her. She was going to be my co-teacher in the afternoons at the classical academy where we both worked. I invited her to coffee before the school year began so that we …
I’d had a girls’ day with my friend. I remember exactly the old house turned gift shop we were in, the painted muted yellow woodwork and creaking wooden floors. The sample of fancy honey mustard on a pretzel stick tasted like heaven and I bought a jar because it made me feel fancy. I felt …
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My father was a tender hearted man. He would frequently share stories with me about his growing up on Rockmart Road in Rome, Georgia. When we would visit Rome, he would take me to places he had talked about; a sort of drive by illustration. Each time he would reminisce he got a certain sound …
It was the last few hours before I headed off to the airport, leaving behind roots dug deeper than ever before in my hearts’ adopted home in South Korea. The past three weeks had me walking out the front door of my hotel and turning right towards the subway station. I had a plan and …
