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

Drag Your Ass Out of Bed- A Moment of Self Reflection and My Trip to Tak’alik Ab’aj

6:30- alarm rings. Ugh… snooze 6:39- alarm rings again. Seriously. My eyes burn due to a combination of sleep deprivation and sheer laziness. I try to take in a deep breath and it feels like a softball fills the space between my throat and my lungs. Snooze. 6:43- alarm. O dear god why… message Spencer.…Read more Drag Your Ass Out of Bed- A Moment of Self Reflection and My Trip to Tak’alik Ab’aj

“I don’t think you can handle the grey”- A Reflection

“I don’t think you can handle the grey” The grey. A new world without Google maps where wild things roam free. At times this world seems impossible to navigate in my normal fashion, by car. The highways continuously curve and roads cross like busy LA intersections. This place has no prescribed rules, regulations or speed…Read more “I don’t think you can handle the grey”- A Reflection