Neature is neat. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. I adore Canadians. It wasn’t my first time in Canada. Two years ago, my best friend and I had flown to Montreal from Atlanta. The Ameristralian loves EDM and I like anything I can shake my tail feather to. He’d flipped through his…
In 1998, my mother came back from work one day, a book for me nestled in her bag. This was not an unusual occurrence, as I was a voracious reader from a young age, reading everything from well, books, to the back of shampoo bottles in the bathtub. My mother worked as a teacher and…
Four years ago, a good friend of mine was offered by his place of employment, the chance to work at one of their offices overseas. The destination? Atlanta, GA. He was only 23 at the time, but he packed up his things and left, with little to no hesitation. I remember being incredibly proud of…