Category Archives: Writing

These are the posts where I write about writing. Or sample some writing. Or whatever.

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

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 running of the bulls (v 2.0, Mozambique)

Sometimes running in Mozambique feels like a scene in a musical. People wave, smile, give you thumbs up, fist pump in encouragement out of their car window while honking, children chase after you, I’ve even had kisses blown my way.

The running of the bulls (v 2.0, Mozambique)

Sometimes running in Mozambique feels like a scene in a musical. People wave, smile, give you thumbs up, fist pump in encouragement out of their car window while honking, children chase after you, I’ve even had kisses blown my way.

We are together

Here in Mapinhane, sometimes your day ends with a three-hour long teacher’s meeting (in Portuguese) in which nothing is accomplished. Sometimes your day ends with giant praying mantises flying into your dinner. Sometimes your day ends with a neighborhood cat

We are together

Here in Mapinhane, sometimes your day ends with a three-hour long teacher’s meeting (in Portuguese) in which nothing is accomplished. Sometimes your day ends with giant praying mantises flying into your dinner. Sometimes your day ends with a neighborhood cat

Worlds collide

This is the part where I sit staring blankly at my computer for an hour. Eventually I’ll get around to the writing of this blog post, because I like to think I have good things to say. I like to

Worlds collide

This is the part where I sit staring blankly at my computer for an hour. Eventually I’ll get around to the writing of this blog post, because I like to think I have good things to say. I like to