Category Archives: Writing
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
Life goes on
As of late, I have noticed a general life trend: I spend most of my time either waiting for things to happen or looking back on things that already happened. There is something in the future. I am either dreading
Life goes on
As of late, I have noticed a general life trend: I spend most of my time either waiting for things to happen or looking back on things that already happened. There is something in the future. I am either dreading
A true tragedy
It happened to me. Every current Peace Corps Volunteer’s worst nightmare just happened to me. My external hard drive broke. Initially, I was shocked. Then the denial set in. I pulled out my toolkit and my tweezers and got to
A true tragedy
It happened to me. Every current Peace Corps Volunteer’s worst nightmare just happened to me. My external hard drive broke. Initially, I was shocked. Then the denial set in. I pulled out my toolkit and my tweezers and got to
The thing about pants
So it gets hot here. By hot, I mean like I’m sitting in a brick oven, inside a pot of boiling stew, in the middle of hell, with a dragon breathing fire on my face hot. Sometimes when it’s hot
The thing about pants
So it gets hot here. By hot, I mean like I’m sitting in a brick oven, inside a pot of boiling stew, in the middle of hell, with a dragon breathing fire on my face hot. Sometimes when it’s hot
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