This is what the first rain of the season looks like from my porch: pure joy! The neighborhood kids stripped down to their drawers to dance in the storm.
What better way to explore the world than through art? As part of a neat project called One World Classrooms Art Exchange, my fourth graders submitted…
After TEN long months of making my neighbor cry every day, it all suddenly stopped on the day the family’s tenth baby was born. Lucky Number 10, deh!
Hi friends, It’s me, Leo. Woof woof! A lot has changed since I last wrote. The most exciting news is that I finally made friends…
Today, I celebrate my first year of Peace Corps service. While it certainly has been a bumpy ride, it is one I will never forget….
A harmony of prayers echo around me as I reflect on these first few days of Ramadan. While I myself am not a Muslim, nor religious at all, it is beautiful. It is as if the chorus of voices sing the Arabic phrases — the only melody the usually-bustling village will hear until the moon is full again. Impromptu dance parties, wedding ceremonies and even naming babies are all on hold for the month devoted to prayer and worship.
My host father is a man of few words. But when he does speak, they are words of wisdom. When he speaks – people listen. In honor of Father’s Day, here are some quotes from the man I proudly call “Baba.”
