everyone has issues. we aren’t special, other than in all of the ways we were so fucking special.Read more "yes we were"
Little Man is writing an essay for school and he asked me to read over it. and now, my heart is swooning. he has written about a little girl who gets to go on a surprise vacation to Italy, and she has to guess where. her first guess is Como, which made me smile because […]Read more "memories"
she held the memories close to her heart. memories are, after all, what keeps us moving. they keep us loving and learning and wanting more. what else do we have but memories? they are our stories. they weave us into who we are now and who we’ll become tomorrow. she knew change was imminent. it […]Read more "let them fly"
we went to Europe. we counted down the days. we talked about it as if it were a faraway dream. but then we made it happen. we went to Europe. and I’m going to tell you more about it as soon as I can wrap my head around it all. it’s a pretty big deal, […]Read more "watch us as we go"
On my way home from a Kiwanis meeting this evening, I decided that I wasn’t going to eat cereal for dinner again. Instead, and kind of as a last-second decision, I pulled into Donato’s and went inside to order an individual pepperoni and breadsticks to go. I never go inside since they have a drive-thru, […]Read more "Helen"
It’s about time I share this fun little find. I got this awesome broken Coke bottle in Vanuatu, and it’s my favorite souvenir. Maybe ever. Why? This Coke bottle, which is broken and battered and stamped with the city where I live, was found in Vanuatu after American soldiers had trashed the island with a […]Read more "back home again in Indiana"
Destiny Orphanage and School. Katende, Uganda. 2014. This smoky, dark room is an upgrade from the fire pit, out in the open air, on which they used to cook all the food for hundreds of children and adults. Think about that.Read more "the kitchen"
when I’m working, oftentimes it’s when I’m riding in the car with someone that I get the best interviews. there’s something about driving around a new place with someone I’ve just met that seems to allow for this free-flowing conversation. for whatever reason, we’re both at ease. there’s nothing else to do but talk and point […]Read more "Uganda, revisited"
I had walked around the streets of Paris for what felt like at least 30 miles before I gave in and bought a ticket for a red double-decker “hop on-hop off” bus. it was a bold move for someone who admittedly would rather slit her wrists and bleed out slowly than to take in a […]Read more "that time I hated Paris"