Through a Teen’s Eyes

Through a Teen’s Eyes

When I first went to Rome, I was 17 years old, and it was the first time I ever had been to Europe. I was a stereotypical teen, it seemed: I had a nice iPhone, I was a pile of angst occasionally, and I loved video gaming and sleeping. It seemed like I would be the...
A Pilgrimage to Pawnee and Scranton

A Pilgrimage to Pawnee and Scranton

This summer, my husband and I lived in Wasco, CA, on a nut farm (of the almond and pistachio variety, not a psych ward), while he worked an accounting internship. The nut farm’s entertainment scene was lackluster, to say the least, so we drove two hours south to Long...
Little Dwarves, Big Meaning

Little Dwarves, Big Meaning

Wroclaw, Poland, could be straight out of a fairy tale. Sitting on the Odra River banks, the town is made of twelve islands connected by 130 bridges. The town is full of breathtaking market squares, pastel-colored Renaissance mansions, Baroque palaces, and hand-lit...

The Darby Ice Caves

The Trail It was a magical experience that captured heart and imagination. The hike up the mountain was fairly steep, but I didn’t mind the burning in my legs or my chest. I was too busy gawking at the scenery. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and a bright, yellow sun...
A Blessed Greeting

A Blessed Greeting

As we walk down the road, we see the old man sitting on his porch, possibly just there for the view, possibly there waiting for us. As we cross the threshold to his property, we say hello to him, calling out: “Tay!” Dad! We ask him how he’s doing. The thing is, he’s...