Today my mother made the argument that I could not go to a country that was too dangerous because it would worry her too much and my student loans are in her name. 

I’m a 19 year-old American student living in Canada. I think I’m privileged enough to share some of my time and money. I told her, one of the occupations I’ve considered is that of a war journalist. So here I am, starting a blog, because if I’m going to prove to the world and my mother that I can be something, I need to work on my writing skills beyond the academic setting of research papers and Russian class. 


If you have managed to stumble across this blog, welcome to my ramblings.