As the day’s hot unforgiving sun fades into the maize fields on the horizon in Siambele Village, a cool respite takes over the farm and I walk into the chikuta. The mud bricks in the worn and well-used kitchen are blackened from years of open wood fires that have been keeping 18 people fed, washed … Continue reading Every Evening in Siambele
10 years ago, I was in Peace Corps in Zambia. I was living in a mud hut, no electricity, no running water, and having an amazing, challenging life changing experience. Since it's been 10 years, I decided to randomly peek into my journals and share with you what I wrote at the time. Raw, unedited, … Continue reading a journal entry: 3 Aug 2008
i've never been one for buying a lot frivolous things. before the days of streaming every show on the internet, i would spend my money on dvds. i would also spend a lot of my money on things that i didn't really need and only bought because they were 'cool' at the time, like my … Continue reading more, more, MORE!
I was in the shower a few weeks ago and had an epiphany: Why on earth am I'm using a shower pouf made from PLASTIC!?!?!? I have no idea! I've just always used one and never even thought about it being made from plastic. These plastic shower poufs are cheap and easy and one of … Continue reading #plasticfreejuly, Shower Edition
Joy was 6 months old when we first met. He was absolutely beautiful, and interestingly enough, was one of the few babies who didn't burst into tears when seeing me. He had the most beautifully big eyes and when he looked at you, he wasn't just looking at you, he was studying you, staring into … Continue reading He should be 5 years old
It is days like these that I wonder why I have chosen to live the way I do. I learned today that my Zambian sister Sandra is getting married this month. I'm so excited for her! She is an amazing woman, a wonderful mother, an extremely hard worker, and quite the business woman. Whoever she … Continue reading Days Like These…