When I make the turn from Highway 40 onto the narrow roads of State Road 39, before my feet hit the gravel of the driveway--I am home. The tall trees, bright green grass, blooming flowers, and red porch with its American flag. They are all so familiar, and so constant in my life of motion.… Continue reading In a town where Time does not reside
As I eagerly await a new beginning in a familiar land
If there is one look that I have recently become well acquainted with, it is the 'why are you going to Ghana when you could be doing anything else and stay in America?' look. It is often quickly covered up by the face it rapidly comes across, but other times it remains there for the… Continue reading As I eagerly await a new beginning in a familiar land
Odelia Younge 