It’s midnight on my 23rd birthday. I’m standing exactly 8,345 miles away from home in a Filipino town outside Manila and ugly-crying over a chocolate…
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Every expat ((I'm talking at least half a year, buddy!)) has a reentry moment, after they leave the place they learned to call home and…
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As I prepared to leave the Philippines and my 15 months' service with International Justice Mission fighting against cybersex trafficking of children, I started to…
I love email and letter correspondences because they are whimsical, genuine, and impossible. You both try to share as much as you can but you…
Over a year ago, I left Romania shaky and weepy. My three-ish month stint serving at a survivor shelter for vulnerable women and children was…
The Saturday before last, I was begrudgingly convicted that I should go to my church's fundraiser for their big location move (from a bar to…
You know that feeling when you try to wake up from a self-induced NyQuil coma and you're kinda awake and moving, but also like, are…
