Bolivia
Pinkie High Fives
The bus bumped and bucked its way down the steep gravel road, navigated a turn off a bridge so tight I am sure our back tire lost contact with the road, and rolled to a stop halfway down the straw-strewn lane. Sheep grazed in a field to our right; to our left the ground dropped…
Read MoreJust Ordinary People: Measuring with the Right Yard Stick
I was so full of nerves. I was about to meet 7 bloggers who I’ve read and admired from afar for some time now. I’ve even been nervous about interacting with them online since I had this idea that they were “bigger bloggers” (whatever that means) than I and might not be interested in talking…
Read MoreFuzzy Brains, Suitcases, and Salsa: Preparing for Bolivia
My eyes ache and my brain is so fuzzy that I think, “This must be what it’s like to be drunk.” It was half past midnight last night (this morning?) before I clicked off the little wire-necked light on my side of the bed. And then the alarm clock bashed into my dreams just five…
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