Life is like a spider web. We start in the middle when we are born to a set of circumstances, within a family within a culture within a country. We are born on this point of time on the spider web who we are with all of the privilege and adveristy that come with being … Continue reading I’ve always wanted to work in a camp
I have always had what I call a healthy self esteem. Despite being overweight since puberty (but was I though? like, my memory tells me I was chunky in high school but when I look back at pictures I don't see it), I've never felt, or at least never felt that I felt, less than … Continue reading Being fat, Fab 5, and living in tension
This past weekend I went on a Young Life Training Retreat. Nearly 20 of us Young Life staff and volunteers traveled the windy road between Jarabacoa and Constanza until we reached this big ol' cabin in the woods where there was no WiFi and hardly any running water. There was, however, a giant table big … Continue reading Not Sad, but Perhaps Overwhelmed
One of my favorite things I got to do this summer was worshiping in English. I love worshiping in Spanish, as well, but there is just something beautiful and powerful about worshiping in your heart language. My favorite song to sing with a bunch of teenagers and my staff was "King of My Heart" (above). … Continue reading Promises made and kept
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!
The past two weeks have been a freaking whirlwind. So much so that when I got two whole days off in a row this weekend I decided I was going to do nothing responsible except for rest. Even though because of the whirlwind of the past two weeks I have plenty of other responsibility-type things … Continue reading Wednesday Snapshots
This weekend a guy showed up at the hostel to stay in the bunk room. We chatted for a bit - he told me a little about his experience teaching in Honduras - and I went on my way. The next morning we talked for a good while about politics, teaching English, culture, and managing … Continue reading Leftovers, perspective, and comfort zones