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"
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"
it wasn’t that she tried, really. it was more that she didn’t try. and it was still so good. but no matter what anyone does, there are no guarantees in love or life. her wish was that he’d still be there for her, no matter what. even when far away, she still needed him. and […]Read more "be there"
it’s her own fault. she put him there, up on that pedestal. the same pedestal he uses to climb up so he can look down on her. to yell at her. to make her feel like a child. she feels defenseless and worthless. and it’s her own fault, building him up that way. giving him that position. backing […]Read more "soar"
my husband left me. not for good. at least I don’t think so. he’s supposed to be back in five days or so. sometimes I lose track, to be honest. he comes and goes. it’s all good. because I’ve come to realize that I really like the me that emerges when he goes away. I ease […]Read more "I like the person I am when he leaves me"
I was only lucky enough to hang out in Berlin for a few days. (a few very, very, very cold days.) so I’m not so sure I have much to offer if you’re wondering what to see and do. I’m not your girl for that. in fact, I’m the girl who made it to Checkpoint Charlie […]Read more "5 things: Berlin"
Werner Buettner, center, is a member of the Kiwanis Club of Ratzeburg. The amount of work this man is doing for the refugees in his small town in Schleswig-Holstein, Germany, is admirable and likely will never be forgotten by those he’s helped. Here, he’s seated next to Syrian refugee Tarek, as they both try to […]Read more "the man at the window"