Category Archives: Peace Corps

These are all the posts where I talk about the Peace Corps specifically, including my struggles through the application process, anticipation of service, and my time working as an international volunteer.

The trouble with time machines

As of right now, I have 99 days left as a volunteer. Wow. What happened?! Two years ago, I was excitedly packing my bags for this giant Peace Corps marathon, and now I’m rounding the last corner with the finish

The trouble with time machines

As of right now, I have 99 days left as a volunteer. Wow. What happened?! Two years ago, I was excitedly packing my bags for this giant Peace Corps marathon, and now I’m rounding the last corner with the finish

Another year

It’s the first day of the first trimester of 2015. Noon. I stare at myself in my makeshift capulana-framed mirror. I look tired. I’ve decided to forego makeup this summer. Beads of sweat have formed on my upper lip. There’s

Another year

It’s the first day of the first trimester of 2015. Noon. I stare at myself in my makeshift capulana-framed mirror. I look tired. I’ve decided to forego makeup this summer. Beads of sweat have formed on my upper lip. There’s

Privilege Check on Aisle 3

On December 6, 2014, I made a 30-hour trip across two continents and one ocean to be home for Christmas. This was my first time in the U.S. after 13 months in Mozambique, and the transition from my little village

Privilege Check on Aisle 3

On December 6, 2014, I made a 30-hour trip across two continents and one ocean to be home for Christmas. This was my first time in the U.S. after 13 months in Mozambique, and the transition from my little village

God bless the rains

Peace Corps Volunteers love to talk about food. When we have internet, we share pictures on each other’s walls of decadent brownie sundaes and deep dish pizzas. When we get word someone is going back to the homeland we tell

God bless the rains

Peace Corps Volunteers love to talk about food. When we have internet, we share pictures on each other’s walls of decadent brownie sundaes and deep dish pizzas. When we get word someone is going back to the homeland we tell

What do I say about this one

A few weeks ago, I found myself on a bus with a dead man. He wasn’t always a dead man. At first he was a sick man. Before that, I imagine he was just a man, with no necessary precursory

What do I say about this one

A few weeks ago, I found myself on a bus with a dead man. He wasn’t always a dead man. At first he was a sick man. Before that, I imagine he was just a man, with no necessary precursory

On teaching

I apologize in advance for the excessive rhetorical questioning. Lately I’ve had a lot of conflicting thoughts regarding my role as an educator here. Teaching, regardless of where you are, is a ridiculously difficult profession. What is a teacher supposed

On teaching

I apologize in advance for the excessive rhetorical questioning. Lately I’ve had a lot of conflicting thoughts regarding my role as an educator here. Teaching, regardless of where you are, is a ridiculously difficult profession. What is a teacher supposed

The tomorrow that finally came

I never thought I would see this day. I am sitting in my living room, sipping chai tea because it’s a tad bit cool, typing up a blog post on my computer, which is plugged into the wall, my wall,

The tomorrow that finally came

I never thought I would see this day. I am sitting in my living room, sipping chai tea because it’s a tad bit cool, typing up a blog post on my computer, which is plugged into the wall, my wall,