Life in Mexico

I have written a lot recently about being lost, about not knowing exactly where I am headed, what direction my life is taking me. Well the time has come to write about being… Continue reading

Lesson #37: It’s ok to be a bit lost, because newsflash we all are

It’s been too long since I’ve written. Too long since I’ve felt inspired to put experience on paper. Too long since I’ve shared what’s going on. Why? What has been stopping me. Lack… Continue reading

Searching for Jesus

I was searching for Jesus. Of course it hadn’t begun that way. It began with coffee. I was in the town of Salento, Colombia for a couple days, the heart of Colombia’s coffee… Continue reading

There is a Dead Mouse in my House.

There is a dead mouse in my kitchen. He’s tormented us since we arrived in Tanzania. Landing on my sleeping face in the night. Rustling through the trash can, making it impossible to… Continue reading

Lesson #36: Take time for gratitude, for there is so much to be grateful for.

After a series of significant changes it is hard to capture the rush of emotions that one undergoes. To choose what to write about is tricky when a week and half of ones… Continue reading

Lesson #35: Spinach and Muscles Won’t Make You Strong

Recently I attended the graduation of South Carolina’s military recruits at Fort Jackson. Every year 50,000 graduates complete the ten week boot camp before moving on to serve our country. Strength. This was… Continue reading

Lesson #34: Let Home Be Anchored in Moments

For most of us life begins with a concrete concept of home. Some of us fair better than others, but the idea is the same, home is a given. At the end of… Continue reading

Lesson #33: You Will be Twenty Forever.

The success of websites such as Thought Catalog and Upworthy appeal to us ‘lost’ twenty somethings because they give us false hope that there are answers to all of life’s uncertainties. They tell us… Continue reading

You were my first love

An open love letter to South America: You were my first love. The first time I’ve ever felt present in that all consuming way. The first time I trusted in something outside of… Continue reading

Lesson #32: Tranquila. Stop being so American, and learn to think like an Argentinian

On the metro in Buenos Aires. From the bustling Microcentro – picture Italy in the 80’s – I decide to head towards San Telmo – a Latin American Brooklyn of cobblestone streets, graffiti,… Continue reading