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
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
Dear baby girl,
I know this is hard. Your first day in India. Your first day seeing anything like this- ever.
As I look at these two pictures, taken only days apart. So different.
One so comfortable. One so not. Continue reading
As I run around the house in my workout clothes this morning, I thought it necessary to clarify a few things.
When you see a girl in workout clothes, it doesn’t mean that she actually has worked out, even if she looks like she just completed a crazy hard cycling class.
Wrong. Dead wrong.
It’s quite possible she hasn’t been anywhere near a gym today and has no intentions of working out at any point throughout the day. Continue reading