One with the City

The mountains are my backbone and the city is my eyes. My family are natives in this town, long past the generations of grandparents I have known. I’m sure there was a time when my Scottish ancestors were strangers in a strange land, but the familiar Appalachian dialect and smell […]

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The First Day

I placed my hands cautiously on the shoulders of the Haitian man sitting in front of me on the moto, who carried my backpack on his front, while Lindsey squeezed behind me onto the seat. Our driver motioned to us where to place our feet and Roody, said something to […]

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