I don’t think I imagined my life quite this way, and I love that. Five years ago, I started my final semester of college. I wrote about marbles in a jar, their finite number mirroring the days which had become so very normal to me. During my senior year, my...
Every couple of Thursdays, our house fills with mommas and babies, aunties and sisters. We crowd around our table, sitting on the couch or folding chairs or the floor. Kids build towers with legos and throw a few at unsuspecting victims. The rest of us talk and laugh....
Real talk—to my core, I am a worker and a striver. And sometimes, I turn into the worst kind of hustler—fighting to prove that I belong, that my voice carries value, that I am more than another number in this world. It’s why I need to remember that I don’t make...
This place is oddly quiet. I’ve grown used to the sound of fans, air con units, dogs barking halfway across town, birds chirping loudly by 5 AM. I’ve grown used to the sound of the water pump outside of my window, my neighbor’s incessant coughing and high...
A year ago, I said yes. It wasn’t my first, and it certainly won’t be my last. This yes led me to move to Mae Sot, Thailand. It led me to this team and to this work. It led me to a life that is beautiful and challenging and a million other adjectives. I’ve...
