#thestruggleisreal

When I was packing to leave Zambia, I had a few rules for my clothing: I brought nothing back to the US that had spots or holes. This narrowed my wardrobe by over half and crippled my ability to actually make a clothing choice. I’ve never considered myself to be particularly …

perfectly unsafe

Do you ever have moments when suddenly, the thing that you have wanted seems much, much more daunting than you realized?   I think you probably have. Cause I wanted to hang out with those lions real bad… right up until the moment when I realized I would actually have …

Rejoice! Rejoice!

Nothing quite feels like Christmas. Over the month of November, the local grocery started decorating for Christmas. It started small, a few lights and tinsel strands and week after week has grown into a full-fledged Christmas extravaganza. Frankenmuth, look out! I’ve been learning a lot about traditions. Though independent, Zambia …

new, again

Hey friends. Me here again. Now back in Zambia and properly settled back into a new living space, with new people around and new stuff to do. I took a hiatus from the blog. Not really on purpose, but just because it was an easy thing to let fall to …

the relativity of time

Time is all a relative thing.   I’m not going to launch into any sort of diatribe about how age is just a number. (The romantic in me believes this to be true, but my recent ventures in C25K and the odd pain and trials its has caused my body …

dichotomy

Today’s post is purely confessional: I have house help.   I understand that that’s kind of a weird thing for a person in my particular stage of life (single, no children, not a particularly booming social calendar, a fairly normal/regulated work schedule). But wait, wait. Let me explain.   In …