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I jammed a piece of gum into my mouth, chewing furiously.  I heard the sound of my ears pop over the roar of the engine.  As I stared out the window into the dull gray clouds of the Portland sky, glancing down to get one last look at the bustling city I call home, my mind was flooded with a million...

I sat in the bow of an old, slightly rusty looking aluminum fishing boat, perched precariously on the edge of the seat so that I didn’t fall through the rotting wooden bench. A green Folgers coffee can sat on the bottom of the boat between my feet full of rich black dirt, like someone put Oreos...

As I continue my pursuit toward a doctoral degree in Clinical Psychology, I often find myself tempted to try and pinpoint the source of my desire to help others in times of psychological crisis. While there is surely more than one defining moment that influenced my professional trajectory, one that...

Tokyo is a city of contradictions and contrasts; a delicate balance between ancient and modern, native and global, traditional and subversive. I've never encountered a city like it in all my travels, and my stay there changed me more as a person than any other place I've visited. FINALIST 2010...

Africa, home of the wild! June 11, we boarded British Airways for Africa. Two days later, we arrived at Entebbe, Uganda, airport. There were six of us: my older sister Mikka and her mother Carol, Mikka’s friend Jenn, my brother Za and sister Apol, and of course, me, Indeah. FINALIST 2010 YOUNG...

I have found nothing quite like the richness of the gravy-air in the land of spices. You could blindfold me and put me on an India-bound airplane without telling me where on earth I was going, and once the aircraft’s door opened and the thick spicy air filled my nostrils, I would be able to tell...

Cold. Cold. Cold. My boots clatter against the icy cobblestones to this repeating mantra. I try to wiggle my toes to see if the sleet has seeped in beneath three layers of socks—but they are too numb and plump to tell. The brilliant red and blue glow of the Tesco sign peaks through the bleak London...

We stood at the corner of a gravel lot in Le Parc de la Colline du Chateau. The four of us passed a soccer ball back and forth, the sun on our faces, just off an 8 hour flight from a gray and rainy New York. The park was on a steep cliff, overlooking the deep turquoise water of the Cote d’Azur. To...

We arrived after dark with our packs loaded and ready to hike.  There were four of us and we were all severely overloaded for an easy one and a half mile hike and two night stay.  I was carrying eighty pounds of gear in my pack and I felt the burn of tired muscles just in the short walk from the...

People say that Africa gets inside you, grabs ahold of something in you. That for many it’s hard to get away once you’ve lived in this land of red earth and tall grass. I saw so many beautiful and so many terrible things in Mozambique, where I spent my third year of Peace Corps service, organizing...

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