In Memory of Mrs. Virginia Dorothy Ferrell Turner
Living abroad means missing things. I made it home for this one — just barely. In memory of Mrs. Virginia Dorothy Ferrell Turner, 1917-2016.
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It Would Be a Terrible Injustice to Wish for Anything More
Two weeks after leaving my job I was walking around Florence with no idea what day it was. It was the best feeling of my life. This is where everything started — two months of travel through Europe and Turkey, a move to New Zealand, and eventually this blog.
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The Toughest Job
I wrote this in college for an English class. It’s about the first summer I worked in Alaska — the summer that showed me I was an adventurer at heart and that I could not only survive outside my comfort zone, but thrive there.
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My Dad, a Typewriter, and a $1.70 Contract
My dad made me type my own allowance contract on a manual typewriter in 5th grade. I resented every minute of it. It took 17 years to realize he was right.
