One of my favorite words is "intentional." In fact, it looks like it is my unintentional (hah!) word of the year for 2018. Intentionality is the key to so many good things. Being intentional is the key to being successful, to developing and maintaining good habits, to growing healthy relationships, to becoming a better version … Continue reading Intentional Love
Do you ever think about how every little aspect and detail of your life hinges on one decision? My friend and I were talking today about her ancestors. Turns out some of her ancestors were some of the first European Americans. Can you imagine if they had made a different decision? If they weren’t able … Continue reading More on Intention
A guy asked me to go get ice cream with him this week. You’d think that would be the kind of thing I would jump at. Free ice cream with a guy I enjoy talking to. But I immediately started to feel anxious and didn’t want to go. And that little event - getting asked … Continue reading Ramblings of a 27 year old virgin (Part 1)
Five years ago yesterday I moved to the Dominican Republic. It was four days after ending my first summer with YouthWorks. Wendy and Jenn - women that at the time I had never met but who have become extremely important to me over the past five years - picked me and my two suitcases (just … Continue reading Happy Anniversary, Dominican Republic!
This morning I was thinking about that time when I was walking home from Las Palmas and God said, "If you want to move to Jarabacoa, then do it! We don't need no man." (God can be very sassy). And how it was almost 2 full school years after God gave me permission to move … Continue reading My gut, the Holy Spirit, and timing
Last night I watched the last episode of Raising Hope. I had previously watched the first 2 seasons on Netflix and for some reason had come away with the impression that it got worse as it went on. But when Netflix added the last two seasons I watched them all and laughed until the very … Continue reading The Bookseller and Parallel Universes
Four years ago I sat in a bathroom stall in a church basement in Brooklyn where I was going to spend my last ten weeks in the United States for the foreseeable future away from everyone and everything familiar. I cried. I wondered if I had made a big mistake. I knew it would've been … Continue reading What’s next