Recipe for breaking the cycle of poverty, as I saw it

I don’t much follow recipes. It’s how come my brownies always turn out extra chocolatey, my 12-muffin batch into 17 , and my spaghetti sauce hints at cinnamon. I save a lot of recipes though. I recently took 14 photos of recipes from a single…

el.oh.vee.ee.

Day 25 of #Janblogaday: el.oh.vee.ee. I tried writing this last night at midnight, but was short of the right words. Short of the right thing to say. I thought about writing the story of when Colin saw my dad in the Macy’s restroom stall, or my…

Teacherhood of a dirty chalkboard

For day 24 of #Janblogaday‘s “teachers” topic, I’ve asked a few school teachers I know for a few words on “a teacher is…” Although its no extraordinary discovery, I found that these teachers (in different schools, teaching different age groups, across states and transcending their number of…

Lock me up in a kids world

Day 22 of #Janblogaday: Kids. Do you know what I mean when I say kids have  a way about them that make you want to drop your world for a single moment in theirs? Our world is complicated… and expensive, beautiful but demanding, extraordinary but…

In between and among the aid world

I work in social media… so it’s nearly impossible for me to escape emails and Facebook updates about TOMS One Day Without Shoes (last week on 10 April) and Invisible Children’s Kony 2012 Cover the Night (this week on 20 April). But there is something…

I trust you because… (Marriage Letters)

Timely (as I’m sure the good Lord would have it) it was for me to stumble upon a few of the Marriage Letters exchanged between spouses the last couple of weeks. In the heat of a domestic dispute that I, of course, am completely justified…

Meeting Noelia

I was nervous to meet her. How would I act? What would I say? I could ask her what her favorite color is or what her school is like. What if I run out of simple questions to ask her? Would I meet her mom…