When I Look Back

REPOST OF MY PIECE FOR PEACE CORPS THAILAND MAGAZINE When I look back on the past 26 months I feel a deep swell of gratitude, and speaking honestly, relief. Gratitude for the experiences, relief that I survived them. I vaguely remember landing in Bangkok, transferring to a large bus, and waking up in a small community…

2018 In Review: Top Moments, Books & Podcasts

This year I decided to add in some of my most memorable moments as well because 2018 was another year for the history books in terms of politics and pop culture. Without further ado…my top 10 most memorable moments, books, and podcasts of 2018. Let me know what I forgot, or what you’d add to…

An Imperfect Analogy

I suppose this is an imperfect analogy because I genuinely don’t think Nicky gave a s*** about those football statistics, but I do care a whole lot about this place and these people.

Give Them Other Adjectives

So yes, every time I meet a new person in my community, we have the conversation about my size. We talk about why I’m brown. They ask if I’m really American, and then ask someone else just to double check. But now, I know I don’t have to wait long before someone who knows me chimes in “she’s strong, and smart, and funny”. There is no better feeling in the world than being known well enough to let someone else defend me in a battle I’m tired of fighting.

I’m Going to Miss This

This piece was originally written for Peace Corps Thailand Sticky Rice Magazine. Here it is for my own memory and to serve as a reminder of how very far from rock bottom I am now. Enjoy! I biked over one Sunday afternoon and found yaai (my host grandmother) alone in her usual spot. Just outside…

If I’m Being Honest

During Pre-Service Training (PST) Peace Corps gave us all a chart. This chart: I took one look and said “NAH”. Because I’m a narcissist with an innate need to be different (AKA human)….I had determined I would not be allowing a generic chart to tell me how I was going to feel about this experience….

Journal Entries: 2017

Maybe I’ll wish I had this time back. Maybe I’ll wish for a do-over. Maybe I’ll wish I had stayed in closer proximity to the people I love and care about. Then again…maybe I won’t.

Fall

Green giving way to burnt orange and deep red. Nature turning to golden brown hues. Breathing crisp air, skin tickled by cool breezes. The crackle of freshly fallen leaves breaking apart underneath boots. Tucking my nose into the folds of a hand-knitted infinity scarf while dashing from the nip in the air into warm spaces….