day We were driving down a winding road through dark New Hampshire woods. My husband of three days and I. We had just hiked to the top of a favorite mountain to watch the sun go down over Squam Lake, like we had done a year before when marriage seemed a far off dream. A… Continue reading satisfied.
I envy those writers who sign their works “Anonymous” and get away with it. I imagine how great it would be to publish a book without anyone knowing you had written it. That way if people hated it, you would be safe from ridicule. If they loved it, you would be safe from the spotlight.… Continue reading known
Could all that is lost ever be found? Could a garden come up from this ground at all? Little hands, shoeless feet, lonely eyes looking back at me Will we leave behind the innocent too grieve? On their own, on the run when their lives have only begun These could be our daughters and our… Continue reading Beautiful Dust
One more night to sleep under a mosquito net and one more morning to wake up to the beautiful harmony of rooster crows, motorcycle horns and beating drums. I can hardly believe that tomorrow is my last day here in Togo. It’s been a full and exciting four weeks and they have flown by. It feels like… Continue reading Last Night in Africa
Happy 4th of July to all my American friends 🙂 We’re planning on celebrating tonight as a team with patriotic songs and chocolate! We only have 3 days left in Togo. I can hardly believe how quickly the past month has flown by. These last few days we’ll be in Lome, going to the market… Continue reading Foufou and Kitchen Soap
I called him “avocado boy” until I learned his real name. After our first day of English classes in his mountain village, he came up to me with a shy smile to offer me an avocado, the African equivalent to the teacher’s apple. I dug into my backpack to give him a bright blue jump… Continue reading Avocado Friendship
When I come back after a day in the villages, I have little dirty fingerprints all over my skirt. On the first day, I made friends with a little girl, about four years old. She was wearing nothing but underwear and holding her baby sister on her back. Our eyes met and I was blown… Continue reading Love dwelt among us