While backpacking through Europe, I was approached by countless homeless mothers looking for money. Despite my internal moral struggle, the apathy soon replaced the pity. This poem reflects those critical moments when instead of facing the problem, I ran the other way.

A day in the lives of four ordinary people.

This is a cute story about my recent camping trip.

Short story.

Short story.

Short Story.

Part five of a series detailing my 1,100 mile hike of the Appalachian Trail.

Chapter of a novel.

Well guys it’s just 11 days before I fly out of here to go to Europe for 3 months (or until the money runs out… haha).

On world travel and how it becomes something you have to do. About how expensive it can be, and how cheaply you might hope to do it. My impact on global warming is touched on.