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The Education of an Idealist – A Review

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The laments of Spring

 For it is only spring, the time I remember how…

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As Italy navigates a period of significant economic and political…

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The Education of an Idealist – A Review

“The Education of an Idealist” is a memoir by Samantha Power, former American Ambassador to the UN. It follows her political education from her childhood in Dublin, to the streets of war-torn Bosnia, to the White House Situation Room. This journey will highlight Power’s political idealism, and her incessant fight for human dignity.

The laments of Spring

 For it is only spring, the time I remember how to be alive or at least am allowed to daydream about it. And maybe, if the sun is kind and the wind is gentle, I’ll meet myself again, the girl with the braids, the girl who ran, the girl who bled and laughed…