It started out innocently enough. Lwendo, a fellow Peace Corps Volunteer, invited us to her house in the Village. She had a community that wanted to start their own school because they would get cut off from the main school during the rainy season. Of course we could help! We could easily share with them … Continue reading A Request, A Walk
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
I'm sick in bed today so I thought I'd take this time to blog about my last few months at work. I've never owned my own house. Well technically I had a house in the village in Zambia but I didn't have to deal with any of the modern world consciences like electricity and plumbing. … Continue reading You Can Pee in the Shower
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
Spoiler alert: if you haven't watched this week's episode of The Office, then stop reading RIGHT now!!!! Wait, I'm not really revealing any spoilers. If you don't know Michael is leaving The Office you deserve to have that spoiled for you. But honestly, if you haven't watched the episode yet, you are an idiot. I … Continue reading That’s What She Said
I am here to smash this common misconception. India has the Himalayas. It gets cold. Now I'm nowhere near the actual Himalayas but winter is upon us here in Pune. I've been gone from 'home' for so long that my body would freeze in a tough South Dakota winter. My winter is sweatshirt, jeans, and … Continue reading India is cold.
I've always considered myself a city girl. I've never lived on a farm. I like things being open past 8 pm. I don't care how much it rains or how the crops are doing. The smallest place that I have ever lived is Sioux Falls, well technically Brookings for college, but I only lasted 3 … Continue reading Noise.
I left Zambia over 2 months ago and I still think about it all the time. I feel like I should still be going back there. Like I'm just on vacation and I'll be going back to resume my village life again. But alas, I am done with Peace Corps and on to the next … Continue reading Oh Zambia!