Time may be measured by minutes, but more often I measure it with memories.
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Musings from the Midwest (and beyond)
Time may be measured by minutes, but more often I measure it with memories.
Read MoreReflections from one year in Kent, Ohio.
Read MoreWhen you’ve lived nine places, nowhere and everywhere feels like home.
Read MoreIt is truly strange to feel content and fully prepared to pack up and ship out. It’s odd to find your place and then say goodbye. But it also feels like hope.
Read MoreHow do you find belonging when you feel like you don’t belong? It’s a question I’ve been asking for forever, and one that’s not going away.
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