We voted!

Holding My Breath on Voting Day

There are a lot of reasons voting matters. Think of your own. What do you fear? What do you hope for? Today, my fears and my hopes have so taken hold of me, I feel like I’m holding my breath, like I’m waiting to exhale. I’m watching social media to see people calling friends and strangers to remind them to vote. I see so many ‘I Voted’ stickers. They are like little lighthouses along a coastline I hope is approachable by tomorrow morning. In my neighborhood, this morning, when I went to vote, the volunteers were all smiling. Most were…

peace corps party

Last night was the 50th anniversary of John F. Kennedy’s executive order which established the Peace Corps.  I’m sure you guys all partied it up big.  I definitely did.  I guest-blogged about it over at the National Peace Corps Associations website.  Go check it out! Meanwhile, stay tuned.  If I’m not totally wiped afterward, I’ll be writing about being part of the Day of Action tomorrow, promoting an independent, growing and robust Peace Corps on Capitol Hill.  Because that’s what you do when you live in D.C.  You promote things on Capitol Hill.  (Also, if you live in D.C. be…

tired wonderings on a wounded country

It’s snowing right now outside my window.  The town is quiet, the skies grey.  The ground is wet from yesterday’s melt, and the old snow sits waiting, hard and icy under new powder. I thought I might be doing some more traveling during this Nor Tari break.  Offices and schools are still closed; stores have just opened in the last couple of days and are selling the food they had before the New Year, still waiting for new stock to come in on trucks from the capital, from Georgia and Iran. My friends, two Fulbright scholars who live and work…