I see my life as a series of miracles. It’s hard not to, really. Some are bread crumbs guiding me forward, some are life saving, some make me belly laugh…and all are awe inspiring. 1,309 more words
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I am the worst collegiate golfer in America.
Woe and naught, this rank I here posit with neither pride nor melancholy nor mirth; rather these are social coordinates on which to ruminate in a dreadful isolation, on which to lie oneself prone, ebb into the continuum, that perhaps a sort of panoptic clarity may yet emerge. 1,840 more words
In a rural community in central Senegal, Katie Richards lived “the quintessential Peace Corps life.”
“My home was a cement hut with a grass roof, no electricity, no running water, and a bunch of fun-loving kids to test my personal boundaries – in the best ways,” Richards said. 606 more words