I just had lunch with my grandfather today. He is going to be ninety in January, and even though he lives in town I don't see him nearly enough. He remembers the Great Depression, he was at Pearl Harbor that one December, and he raised eight kids on a janitor's salary, sent them to catholic school and everything. He survived decades of alcoholism, ( Read more... )

So really this was going to be merely a front for my not-so-secret obsession with fanfiction. However, as I am leaving Ghana in 17 days and this is sort of the end of an era, why not write about it? So here goes.

I spent the last year studying abroad in Ghana, having the most amazing, frustrating, incredible, difficult year of my life, and it is ( Read more... )