glorious ruins…

glorious ruins…

Walking the streets of Thessaloniki is quite a treat. Bustling shoppers, street owners with loud voices are calling back and forth, in what would assume to be a regular city. But deeply seeped in the foundation of the city is history rich with truth. The apostle Paul...
freedom writer…

freedom writer…

Picture this… You, me, oceanfront view, sipping coconut water out of the shell through straws with a colorful umbrella hanging off the side on a white, sandy beach with our laptops open writing words that matter. Doesn’t that sound AMAZING? Except remove...
independence…

independence…

Freedom is something I was brought up to value. To fight for. To believe in. As a daughter of an immigrant and first-generation American, we—still to this day—fly a star-spangled flag from our porch everyday and know the pledge of allegiance by heart. So...

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