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Finding Freedom

Entry Gate on Robben Island It was 2010. I was sitting in the living room of my first apartment confused as to why American World History textbooks consistently allotted a single unit at best and a single chapter at worst... Continue Reading →

Yelling at Monkeys

Some choose years, some choose chapters, I choose seasons to group my life experiences. If my first six months in Kenya were "Just The Beginning", then my second six months were "Drought" as I spent at least half without running... Continue Reading →

Get Curious

When you're right in the middle of it. When it hurts. When you don't know if you can hold on one more second. Instead of giving up, can you get curious? Can you try a new perspective? Can you take... Continue Reading →

Lessons in Generosity (pt 2)

One of the greatest lessons God is teaching me in Kenya is how to be generous. I'm surrounded by people who are generous with their time, their energy, their love, their forgiveness, their space, their food, and their money! At... Continue Reading →

Moving in Kenya: only the traffic stops.

In my family, we used to say that Dad had a five-year-itch when it came moving houses. I went to college and my parents stayed for sixteen+ years in their current home. We realized that we moved every five years... Continue Reading →

Stop the Strive

While on silent retreat in mid-December, I visited an art gallery. Yes, the convent/working farm/dairy/retreat center is also home to an art gallery. The second story viewing space proudly displays the work of Sister Jeanne who tells stories through metal,... Continue Reading →

Just a Camaro in the woods.

"I've got you in a 2018 red Camaro."  The Hertz employee, Mike, didn't look up from his computer screen. "Yeah, right!"  I snorted.  I'm thirty-two.  You can't fool me.  I know the manager-choice option through Expedia gave me access to... Continue Reading →

The name of your cabin is... Tears pricked my eyes as I stood alone in an airport and read the first line of an email confirming my reservation at a silent retreat center in Kentucky, "The name of your cabin... Continue Reading →

That time I traveled 8000 miles for my favorite holiday and spent it sick in bed.

I'm always learning new things about myself. Plumbing the depths, as it were.   I listened to a podcast episode that posited our personalities are constantly changing.  Personality, you know, the thing people get married for, befriend others for, commit... Continue Reading →

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