No Place Like the Feeling of Home

Driving down Highway 17 on a drab Saturday morning. Damp asphalt. A thin layer of fog floats through the trees. Roadwork makes narrow shoulders non-existent shoulders. Wandering wildlife hide behind blind corners. Sun and fog peep through green giants. I feel the comfort of the heater on my feet while the smell of the trees…Read more No Place Like the Feeling of Home

I See Guatemala as a Woman

I see Guatemala as a woman Her eyes a glazy blue cataracts A milky way reflecting the stars which once led her people Behind those eyes wisdom that dates back further then Christ himself They hold a sadness They emit passion and strength She is a keeper of secrets Behind her lips and in here…Read more I See Guatemala as a Woman

I Will Remember… A Reflection of My Year at Education and Hope

I remember my first day at Education and Hope. No Spanish. Lots of names and new faces. Lorena presenting me to every señora, to each administrator and to all of the classes. Every child presenting themselves by their first, middle, second middle and last names. At this point my Spanish was limited, and by limited…Read more I Will Remember… A Reflection of My Year at Education and Hope

Dear High School Paige and Others Like Her

As I walked through those halls a few days ago I was once again reminded of those feelings. Signs of my school were plastered all over the buildings. The lockers still the same shade of dust and ‘bruin blue’. The scent of adolescent boys wafting out into the halls from the locker room. The dean…Read more Dear High School Paige and Others Like Her

How Can I Even Begin… Six Month Reflection of My Time in Guatemala

How can I even begin to capture in words, in letters, in pictures or in stories what these 6 months in Guatemala have meant to me? How can I even begin to describe what it has felt like to open up my bleeding heart to strangers? Some of which touch that raw beating organ with…Read more How Can I Even Begin… Six Month Reflection of My Time in Guatemala