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Expanding your Understanding
When I moved from rural Ohio to San Diego, California, in 1997, I was a rube. I didn’t know I was a rube, but I absolutely, unequivocally, was a rube. I grew up in a white town. All of my teachers were white. All of my classmates were white. All…
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The Road’s My Middle Name
My second foray into wanderlust took me on the road for years. When someone starts out a question, “Would you like to GO…” I’m already thinking, “Yes!” in my head before they finish the query. This particular decision was not well thought out, I hadn’t saved up any money, and…
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The Travel Bug’s first bite
The travel bug bit me for life at a very young age. When I was 5, we started traveling to Canada every summer for vacation. My Daddy preferred to drive at night, and he would come home from work on a Friday, immediately go to bed, wake up around 2…
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The Keeper of History
This is a post for those who grieve and those whose hearts have known the depths of loss. Christmas is my favorite time of year. Christmas is hard for me. Both of those things are true in equal measure. I countdown the days until it arrives, and on a day…
The Adventures of Tamilu
Forest Gumping my way through life 