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Where My Pitches At?

Some shots from Sunday’s baseball game, the last home game of the season.

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Baby Gotta Pack

It’s past nine o’clock in the evening, and I find myself packing for my departure tomorrow morning. “Morning,” however, is a generous term for the 3:00 a.m. 178 more words

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The Move-In Day Miracle

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

I Am The Worst Collegiate Golfer in America

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


Establishing a Career from College to the Corps

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


Wild Women of the Ditch

Last month, the wine-stomping, onion-growing metropolis of Walla Walla, Washington, saw its population nearly double for a weekend when a music festival called Gentlemen of the Road came through town. 235 more words

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The Measure of a Man

“Hubris often indicates a loss of contact with reality and an overestimation of one’s own competence, accomplishments or capabilities, especially when the person exhibiting it is in a position of power.” 513 more words