Winnie The Five Year Old
Winnie is five, and he hates me. He hates me. One little moment, out of the twenty other chances during … Continue reading Winnie The Five Year Old
Winnie is five, and he hates me. He hates me. One little moment, out of the twenty other chances during … Continue reading Winnie The Five Year Old
They are looking at me with beads of sweat running down their faces. The sheer exhaustion of the test is … Continue reading Like Lambs To The Slaughter, Or At Least To The Multiple Choice
To the Flight attendants on our flight from SFO: Thank you for putting up so well with the Chinese requests … Continue reading To All The Many Anonymous Helpers (and some not so anonymous)
I spent six months of this year living, teaching, traveling, and struggling in South America through a program with the … Continue reading Al Camino Que Hicieron Mis Zapatos
This was a year, if ever I had one. Holy cows, it’s been awesome. And challenging. And fulfilling. And worrying. … Continue reading 2013