Sometimes there are no words in the English language for our feelings. But we can turn to another language for the exact word we need.
I'm happy to eat a deer, I just can't put one in the crosshairs myself. Hunting in Maine is a tradition as old as the state itself. My great-great uncle was a hunter for a lumber camp up north. All he did, day in and day out, was hunt for fresh game to feed the loggers....
I finally get back to my office and close the door for 10 minutes. I just need to cry. I just need to let it all out. Don’t forget who you are, Daniele. Don’t forget what you ran on and why you ran. This is not about you. Suck it up, suck it up. So many students nee...
something I had only experienced in flashes throughout my adolescence. In Subic Bay, I rarely felt the need to prove my Filipino identity, as I had grown up in a small, sheltered community where most people knew me.