Unlearning privilege. I write these words sideways on a piece of paper and draw a box around this phrase that strikes a chord within my heart. Around the room is a group…
community
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I stride determinedly through the crowds, blue, lopsided backpack slung over my shoulder as he struggles to keep up. I’m wearing my animal print sun dress, the one I’ve been traveling…
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The sky is dark and still. A street light illuminates a dismal, empty parking lot. The noise from passing traffic competes with crickets, happily chirping in dewy grass, singing their hearts out.…
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I’m in over my head. My energy, money, and patience have run out months ago, several countries ago. Things are not going well. In fact, they continue to spin out of control.…
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I’m leaving. Tomorrow. I’m packing two bags and heading South. After circumventing the globe for the last fourteen months, moving comes naturally and easily to me. But this is different. I’m boarding…
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Once in awhile I’ll get an email from a woman on the brink of something she’s not exactly sure of yet. She’s at a crossroads of sorts. “Should I take the leap…