She discovered she has hands!

At her age, I didn’t know I had hands. I didn’t know the things existed at all. Or arms or elbows, knees, or toes. I didn’t know I had a body. My girl is now over 12 weeks-old. She has lived here on earth for 12 weeks. Over those past 12 weeks and on into the future, I am watching one of the great wonders of the world – seeing a baby discover that she IS. She exists, and she barely even knows it. The other day she found out she has hands. She made the discovery quietly, and for…

everybody! i love you! oh my goodness!- a job announcement

I spent some time on youtube last night watching old oscar speeches trying to come up with a way to describe feeling ecstatic. You see, a couple of weeks ago when I found out I got a job, scratch that, when I found out I go THE job, I was ecstatic. I ran around the house whooping and jumping up and down, and if Halle Berry would have been there I would have pulled an Adrian Brody and kissed her right on the lips. Since I found out, I still have rushes of excitement. I’ll reach out and grab the…

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 ride to the capital. Good news, I did not stay sick, and Easter-In-June was a wild success. Bad news, I don’t have time for a good post. I have pictures to get printed, camp materials to gather, unseen waterfalls to find, and flesh and blood…

my texan mother in armenia

Most of the past week I think I’ll save for my novel/memoir/perpetually-put-off-piece-of-literature.  That is both a artistic decision, and a way of avoiding the impossibility of putting into words this past week with me, Mom, and Armenia. But, despite the length, consider this a taste. I saw her at first down the hallway, behind the glass partition, my mother looking much skinnier, a little lost, and washed over with anticipation.  She saw me jumping up above the crowd, waving one arm and holding a bouquet of flowers in the other, this little collection of green, white and lavender, a message…

biggest news of the entire year

I made refried beans. Hmmm… perhaps you aren’t reading this correctly. I MADE REFRIED BEANS! Alright to be fair, some of you haven’t been around me enough to know that bean burritos are my staple.  I’ve been eating them since the womb.  No food makes me quite so happy as cheese melting on beans, as warm beany goodness mixing in with cool sour cream.  Not even chocolate chip cookies can make me so very excited. Some absolutely excellent family and friends know this fact about me and have sent me cans of Rosita or Old El Paso because they’re afraid…