Tag: adventure
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The Silent of Superior
This is a blog story I wrote shortly after graduating college. It was originally uploaded here, but must have been deleted at some point. Thus, I have reupoladed it for your reading pleasure. Enjoy. In spite of the pale moonlight drifting down from above, it was difficult to discern the positively violent waves rumbling to…
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The Back Ditch: Where Anything is Possible
Behind my parents’ house lies a narrow strip of land—a shallow ditch choked with honey locusts and gnarled maple trees, their branches tangled in a chaos of vines, thorny shrubs, and poison ivy. As an adult, it’s easy to see it for what it is: an untended boundary line offering a modest bit of privacy…
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American Nomads
Before diving into this piece, I want to share that it’s an abridged version of my full article in American Heartland Magazine. You can read the entire story, along with more of my work, at https://americanheartlandmagazine.com. I hope this glimpse inspires you to explore more of the heartland’s hidden stories and unexpected places. Back in…
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What Are You Supposed To Do In Alaska?
There was a peculiar relief that washed over me as my feet finally found solid ground after a night spent battling the relentless sway of a ship at sea. The firmness beneath my soles offered a strange comfort, a stark contrast to the perpetual motion of the waves. On the open water, I learned to…
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From Croatia, to America, and Back
For as long as I can remember, I have always had pride in my Croatian ancestry. I couldn’t tell you why exactly, but I have. I assume part of it is because humans naturally feel pride for where they are from and where their forefathers came from. Still, it felt bigger and more complicated than…
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One of These Trees Is Not Like the Others
The West Virginian winter wasn’t quite what my midwestern mind had imagined. In fact, it didn’t seem much like winter at all. The inches of snow, crisp, dry air, or cutting ice-cold wind was nowhere to be seen. It certainly appeared to me like I was plucked right out of a pile of raked leaves…
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In the Wake of a Giant
There is a strange intimacy that comes from going on a road trip with another person. No, not the type of intimacy that lovers have, but an inimitable closeness born from two people cooped up together for hours upon end in a metal cocoon on wheels, whirring toward a destination. There is an unexpected familiarity…
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