these kids. my goodness, how I love them. and my goodness, how they have me constantly running. today was spent running kids to school and then running myself to work. then it was picking Little Man up from robotics, G from his dad’s. then we were off to buy clothes for G’s Model UN event this […]Read more "busy little bees"
It was brave, what he did. Admitting you’re scared is never easy to do. Truth is, they were both scared. Since they both admitted it, maybe it would get them somewhere. She was hopeful but not holding her breath, no matter how much she longed for peace and happiness to return. But she wanted and […]Read more "already gone"
I usually buckle when I’m accused of being so “pissed off” all of the time. What the hell do I have to be so pissed off about anyway? Nothing, I suppose. Or, maybe everything. Maybe I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. Maybe I’m pissed off that I can’t talk about anything without […]Read more "spouting off"
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"
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"
“it seems hardly right,” she said as she poured herself a tall glass of Coke, “to feel sad and long so deeply for something I’ve already experienced that most people never will in a lifetime.” she put the Coke back in the fridge and allowed the door to close a bit harder than she should’ve. […]Read more "I wanna get outta here"
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"
Luke and his LEGOS who says summer needs to be lazy? I say, let’s build things. let’s make stuff. let’s be adventurous and take chances. let’s invent something and watch it work. we can throw out the directions and use the extra LEGOS to create something nobody else has even thought of making. we’ll read […]Read more "let’s summer"