
Seeds of Feminism or: How I learned to Ride the Bus by Myself
Unidad y Solidaridad If you look up Type A in the dictionary you will find my shiny, smiling face. My lists have lists. So naturally, my travel blog is organized around the calendar and in chronological order, but the new me, the one that picked up and moved to Korea, is trying to un-clench my fists and my mind. This month’s post was scheduled to be about my 1990s trip to Puerto Rico, but in light of the dire situation the people of that island, the terror and uncertainty our