As I mentioned in my more detailed blog post, I'm keeping time by the photos on my phone. I often lose track of days. I simply know when my pregnant mamas are due, when I'm on call, when Abby pooped last, and when her next nap should be. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind... Continue Reading →
Just checking in…
The days get longer, while the sun continues to rise. I'm so tired. Matter of fact, just about everyone I know is tired. Students and teachers alike dream of Spring Break. Unfortunately, there's not been that much shut-eye time to savor said dreaming. Still, a few words are owed this neglected blog... Perhaps a few... Continue Reading →
Texas. Here I come. And here I am.
Sweaters folders. Shoes wedged into crevices of jeans and power chargers. Suitcase weighed. Second suitcase filling. A late night shower followed by an early morning flight. Exit Saturday and enter Sunday. De-iced airplane. Still air. Airport bookshop. Worship at the church where I was dedicated as an infant. Black bean soup. Evening football cuddled in... Continue Reading →
Between Denver and Dakar, Day 10
Dear David, End of a long day . . . I'm sure yours have felt even longer. Although I have only received a couple of emails from you, I treasure the knowledge that you are okay. No news is good news. After almost missing my flight this morning due to an alarm clock malfunction, I... Continue Reading →
Between Denver and Dakar, Days 8-9
Dear David, Florida landscape flies by, as sandy salt water dries on my toes and ankles, remnants of a long walk along the Daytona coastline this morning. The beach has always been my place of solace, my place of magic, my place of refuge. I think I have always been able to imagine myself as... Continue Reading →