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Cortar Café | 75 Palabras in Guatemala

January 6, 2017January 6, 2017 First Person Foreign75 Words in Guatemala

My alarm went off at 7:17am. Already winning. On my second morning in my new pueblo of Santa Clara, I descended the stairs to find my host mom in her tasked cooking pace, donning her[…]

Week 8 Reveals Fate, Convent, Volcano

December 3, 2016December 3, 2016 First Person ForeignGoodbye

Practicum ended (week 7) and we all ran for the hills. Not really. What I actually did was enjoy a Saturday in Antigua and torteared on Sunday and then returned to life as I knew it[…]

Novia | 75 Palabras in Guatemala

October 19, 2016February 19, 2017 First Person Foreign75 Words in Guatemala

My host mom and I stood at the entrance to her house, waiting. She had a beautifully wrapped present in hand. I had enough Spanish to get me through the drive thru at Taco Bell.[…]

The First Cry (It was gonna happen sometime)

October 2, 2016October 3, 2016 First Person ForeignChanges

It’s my first night with my host family. I am settling in to my first night here and I saw something that made me think of Nana. Well, a lot of things make me think[…]

“Alaska, You’re the Best Kind of Breaking My Heart!”

September 28, 2016September 28, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

I’m going to tell you something about Ketchikan that no one knows: the clouds are drippy faucets in clever marshmallow costumes. A few years ago I fell in love with John Green. He writes Youth[…]

Body. Conversations in Alaska, 9 of 50

September 20, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

She wailed, I listened. She lost weight in the last two years and her body is a completely different one. She’s noticed, unmistakeably, that her friends, strangers, opposite sex, and her own family hold her[…]

Til the Last Drip | Leaving the Rainforest, 1

September 15, 2016September 15, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

I’m not one for schmaltz. Who Am I Kidding. I am one for Schmaltz. You know the scene in The Sound of the Music (the lovely film) when Julie Andrew’s Maria is dancing with the[…]

Dinner at the Mayor’s Part 2: Conversations in Alaska, 29 of 50

September 9, 2016September 9, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

We sat across from Susie and next to Joe. The distinguished man of the household, former mayor, and elder of the Tlingit community; of course, he posted at the head of the table. The table[…]

8 Years in 2 Hours: Conversations in Alaska, 31 of 50

September 7, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

We went on a walk along Tongass Avenue, following the water, and chatted about all matter of personal interest from college to family to exes to currents (men) to plans to grief. You see, I[…]

“Boss,” Conversations in Alaska: 33 of 50

September 7, 2016September 9, 2016 First Person ForeignAlaska

I will offer the surgeon general warning that this post was difficult to write. It will not be easy to read. I want to share it to honor the bravery of my boss, who is[…]