One of these days, I plan to write about new beginnings, starting all over again... about globalization, family, the village and the internet. Every time our family moved, it was both a blessing and a curse. It was an opportunity to start over again, to try something different, be a different "me" than I had been before. It also meant that nobody knew where I was coming from, or why something might be meaningful to me.
My first high school was Mercy High School, in Omaha, Nebraska. An all-girls private liberal arts Catholic high school run by the Sisters of Mercy. I was there for two years, transferring to a public school just in time for my Junior year of high school. But today I want to talk about Mercy.
My first high school was Mercy High School, in Omaha, Nebraska. An all-girls private liberal arts Catholic high school run by the Sisters of Mercy. I was there for two years, transferring to a public school just in time for my Junior year of high school. But today I want to talk about Mercy.
