“I’m used to carrying your sh!t….” he affirmed, his words trailing off. When backcountry hiking and camping, it’s true, Nekky often carries a greater share of our communal items…
When a pipe breaks in the community of Colonia Modelo outside Marcala, Honduras, you call Betty. Although I suspect people here also call Betty when they want to laugh.…
As we sit around our respective Holiday tables, taking turns sharing our gratitudes, our blessings, and our thanks, I will no doubt have much to share. In November, I shared…
Even hidden behind the chin protection on his motorcycle helmet, I can tell that Kelvin is smiling. His cheeks are drawn up below kind eyes, and he extends a…
It’s evening in the BOSAWAS, and I write the unfamiliar (and lengthy) names of the women participants of the WIMPA assembly — a gathering of the Indigenous Women’s Organization of…
A cherry Kool-Aid mustache stained the upper lip of my childhood. The Kool-Aid man burst through walls during my cartoon commercial breaks, and this same joyful anthropomorphic mascot was…
Greetings! There was a time (less than a year ago, in fact) when the mere smell of hand sanitizer would transport me across the world. Just the faintest whiff…
I had a moment of panic when Payton informed me that she couldn’t wait to eat s’mores on our campout. Umm, s’mores? When preparing their supply kits, I had…
Perhaps this summer was just a little different for you. I know it was for me. But perhaps you also found yourself appreciating your people and your place just…
