USA

  • Red, white, and blue. Patriotic colors fly through the sky as we celebrate America’s independence. Scurrying out the door to enjoy the fireworks, the phone echoes through the empty house. Usually this call would be ignored, but an overpowering force turned me back to the recently vacated house. My...

  • Contrary to popular belief, there is more to the Hawaiian Islands than what is portrayed on a postcard. I myself had been to Hawaii before, but at the time I too was mesmerized by the commercialized version of the islands that is ingrained in most people’s minds.     It was my freshman year of...

  • It was one of those ideal days where the air was warm and thick, but a breeze blew cool and crisp under the heat of the afternoon sun. I was sprawled out over a boulder the size of a small car, and basking in the glorious sunshine way up high on a mountain peak in the Wind River Range. It had taken...

  • Shoes. Piles of dark, weathered, worn shoes. If they could speak, they would disclose secret tales, too ghastly to imagine. The leather-bound soles might sigh, weep, and hesitate to tell about the arduous roads they marched, and those souls who walked in them. However, that is exactly the point....

  • I have never walked through Roman Catacombs, gazed from above Niagara Falls, or even seen the Grand Canyon.  I cannot tell stories of how I trekked the Amazon, share how I navigated Tokyo, or preach on the beauty of Yellowstone.  Those destinations tend to create unreachable expectations.  In my...

  • When we arrived at the secluded, run-down looking beach house, it was just about the opposite of paradise. The cracked and peeling chalk white paint, the jungle of palm trees and overgrown greenery surrounding the perimeter, and the mold that encrusted all the windows. This was to be our luxurious...

  • Flying across the country doesn’t seem like too big of a deal, but for a twelve-year-old who’s never gone past the east coast, traveling out west was bigger than life. Over the course of ten days, we saw the hundreds of Elvis impersonators and showgirls thriving in Las Vegas, the history-filled...

  • My first foray into the North Carolina I was born to was in the late Fall of my sophomore year in High School. Adolescence is a time made for rebellion, and since my whole existence had been a middle class suburban one, that was what I rebelled against. My taste for the backroads of my home began...

  • Bullets were as common as fireworks on the weekend of July 4th, 2016 in Chicago. More than 60 people were shot over the course of the weekend, and all anyone could talk about on my social media was the unfortunate decline of this once great city. I was asked to weigh in because of my recent trip...

  • Four hours, three airports, two flights, one bus ride; we were here.  A sanctuary with greenery and decadent coloring, the aroma of Blackeyed Susans captivated my lungs; I felt at home, but more importantly, my mother did. Stepping out of the BWI airport and into the magnificent Baltimore, Maryland...

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