Category Archives: Idaho
17. It’s a small world. You will meet the same people over and over. So if you’re bad at remembering names, start practicing now.
Mumbling “what have I done” to myself in my closet-sized Queens apartment with my suitcase only half-unpacked on the floor is not exactly my proudest life moment.
This reunion I had only one such conversation with my grandma, but it impressed me even more deeply. She shared with me the story of her faith, which is also the story of her life,