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…

marking some things

Stop reading this.  Go to your favorite plane ticket website.  Or maybe take a boat.  Teleport or just jump inside the shell of a giant snail with all your lingually gifted animal friends and get over here.  ‘CAUSE YOU AND I SHOULD BE CELEBRATING. One. Year. I, along with around 40 other beautiful souls, have completed one year of our Peace Corps commitment in Armenia. I went this weekend with other current volunteers and PC staff to pick up new volunteers from the airport.  They made me feel a little like old fruit.  They were fresh and shiny and in…