near Aqaba, Jordan. 23 December. 14:57:07. I crossed a highway road outside of Wadi Rum in sweet ignorance of the legality. I read the Psalms s...
Mitrovica, Kosovo. 29 October. 12:23:00. Having worn a path around the building over many days, having hungered over it, having read repeatedly...
What follows is a smattering from my notebook, among the most consistent of natural things in my life. I have yearned to tell these stories -- even mo...
We rode in "Jeeps" to get to our campsite upon arriving in Wadi Rum! When met with the idea of sharing a day in my life on the World Race through o...
My heart broke in Ukraine. First in a classroom filled with the fatherless. Children with scabbed chaos across t...
There is a story... an Albanian hero, a man called Kastriot. He fancied himself Skanderbeg... their "Lord Alexander." The name was earned. The man fi...
The Serbian side of Mitrovica, from the river that splits the two groups of people. It looks rather charming. :) Kosovo was a hard month for ...
So I took a deep breath, cautiously closed the gap between us, and plopped down on the padded floor in front of the orphan with dark eyes. … ...
Here is a glimpse into the world of these children and some of the things I describe in the blog below! The Hope for the ...
Petulla steams warm on the table in the front room, warm with morning. From an orange mug tea wisps with a nearly-audible softness, the air washed in ...
