The three worst August 27s of my life

Today, August 27, marks three of the worst days of my life. August 1992 In August 1992, I had just moved to Baton Rouge, Louisiana for graduate school. A Hurricane named Andrew was coming our way. I was terrified. My roommate, a lifelong Louisiana resident, left me to go to her sister’s apartment, saying there […]

A Long Time Ago In a Graduate School Far, Far Away

The Prompt: Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home. The furthest I’ve been distance wise has been Western Texas – it was part of a several week “road trip” we took in graduate school. That experience was almost surreal – being chased by a wild boar, riding in a row-boat across the […]