No Blow Dryer Required

This week I am working in Managua, Nicaragua.

I love working here.

I feel the same whenever I travel to third world countries.

It resets me.

Reminds me. Continue reading

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The gift of Grace

was scrambling this week. There was just too much kids and too little me.

Mom,  I pleaded on the phone,  I’m not going to make it to pick up Alex from dance. Can you grab her? I’m stuck in Pasadena picking up Brooke. 

She saved the day, grabbing my youngest and bringing her home. We had arrived home at about the same time.  I gave my youngest a quick squeeze and then turned to give my mama a “you totally saved me today” gi-normous hug.

“Oh honey, I love your hair, ” my mom gushed. Continue reading

My Day in the Brothels- The walk through (Part 4)

My day in the Brothel- The Walk through

In case that I forgot that I was in a third world country, the internet went out at the hostel we were staying in, once we arrived in Kolkota. And without an Indian phone number we have been searching ever since.

So a little delayed, but here are parts 4 and 5.

I was gathering my belongings.

I was ready to return home- to my hostel. I felt light headed and drained. John, cocked his head to the side as he watched me,

“Do you still want to walk through the brothel?” Continue reading

Dear Ana

Sometimes when I don’t know how to express all that I am feeling I write letters, letters that are never sent and often never seen by the person I address them to.

These letters give my heart space to work things out-to have a voice.  It is with caution that I write this next letter because I know how deeply my heart has been touched by this woman…. Ana. Continue reading