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If you see something, say something

Last night while we crawled into bed, my husband looked at me with tears in his eyes. He said, “I just read the news.” I didn’t bother to ask which news. Was it the Senate vote to defund Planned Parenthood? Was it this weeks NYT profile on Robert Dear? Is it more fear from the Paris shootings? […]

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How Places Change You

I’ve been thinking a lot about the way places change you. Every place has a rhythm. Every place has breath and movement. Places pull you and push you like waves in an ocean. An ocean wave can cradle and rock you, hold you while you float, ears underwater, eyes at the sky. Waves can whisk […]

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in with the old

I’m sitting in the room I grew up in. We moved here when I was six. On the end of my bed is a quilt my grandmom made for me with the state of Texas sewn over large squares of white. Sunlight comes in through a window, and in the patch of backyard outside the […]

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coming back to america: expected and unexpected

There are so many parts of reentry to America to talk about, and I’ve started to make two lists. Here’s what I have so far: Things that are really not surprising at all: Super Wal-Mart is super terrifying. For two years, I did grocery shopping the Armenian way. I chatted with shopkeepers, had coffee with […]

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surprises

This was the original title for the post I am writing now about the expected and unexpected things I’ve encountered coming back to America. But I had to scratch that title because I can’t say that word without thinking of this. First of all, did you know Fabio made an album in the nineties? Second […]

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when you return home you notice things

After five days I still haven’t finished unpacking. Armenia feels like a dream I keep trying to sleep my way back to. The world won’t stop spinning long enough for me to get my bearings, but slowly I seem anyway to make my way through the day in this familiar and yet unfamiliar small, Texan […]

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thank you; your gift is a rabbit-eared family

I woke up in a panic this morning. Five days left before I leave Stepanavan. Two of those days will be spent doing a camp in a village near here, so in truth, we’re talking three short days here before I cram everything I own, and something things Peace Corps owns, into a taxi and […]

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whirlwind trappings

Yes, I am still in a whirlwind, but I am embracing the crazy ride I’m on. I can already tell you that my 2011 is a wild, wild wave.  I am currently doing a lot of looking in, doing a lot of personal writing. I can’t say how long the void of posts will last; […]

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Bieber is rocking ‘The Brent’ (Alt. Title: ‘… … Lame …’)

I have not posted in April, and April is just about finished. This is a crime.  I’m certain your life has gone on without me.  I get that.  However, I like writing, and I came to this blog to do it. I offer this feeble defense. I have not been writing because my life is […]

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a bit uprooted

Here I am, currently alive in the land of the free and the home of the chili dog, and I haven’t posted a stitch in two weeks.  This is not because I don’t have the time.  I have plenty of time.  This is because I am lost in the swirl, I think.  This has happened […]

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