Chapter 4: An Autobiography of an Idealist

An American in Hiroshima

I have visited World War II memorials in Europe and walked in the footsteps of the ghosts of Auschwitz. I've seen the unbearable sadness and equally unbearable acknowledgement of responsibility for past actions. This, however, was different. This was me, my people, and my nation.

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Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

What It’s Like to Travel Alone as a Woman

In honor of International Women's Day, I'm going to write about a topic I haven't written about in the past because I feel like other blogs have covered traveling as a woman better than I ever could.  However, I've finally thought about it enough that I think I have something to add to the conversation.… Continue reading What It’s Like to Travel Alone as a Woman

Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

May I Never Have Matching Coffee Cups

Even though I don't yet have a cabinet to put them in, I've already started my collection. I have a beautiful clay-colored mug with blue and green swirly paint flowers that my mom bought at an art fair. I have a huge deep blue mug that says "Catholic Charities" from my internship last summer. I have one with a German Christmas market painted on it from a glühwein stand that I picked up when I was traveling through Europe.

Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

I’ll Be Home for Christmas (And Not Only in My Dreams)

I'm writing this on December 9, 2015, but I won't set it to post until after Christmas for the purpose of secret-keeping.  You see, here's the deal.  I'm going home early to surprise my loved ones for Christmas. I originally booked my return ticket for as late a date as I could and still actively participate… Continue reading I’ll Be Home for Christmas (And Not Only in My Dreams)