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give clean water.

December 15, 2010

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it was hot that day. i sat outside the church with adah and rose, their laughter ricocheting off the steel walls of the school. i was showing them pictures of russ’ cooking from my iPhone and they were tickled that a man did the cooking in my household. my mind was elsewhere. on the way […]

last place on earth (pt.2)

November 3, 2010

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I met Whitney in Kibera. Spending the summer in Africa, she flew in from Uganda and joined us at New Hope to work with Manna for a couple weeks. We quickly became friends. One of my favorite memories is sharing stories over Ethiopian food. It’s obvious to anyone who comes in contact with Whitney that she’s […]

last place on earth (pt.1)

November 2, 2010

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I met Whitney in Kibera. Spending the summer in Africa, she flew in from Uganda and joined us at New Hope to work with Manna for a couple weeks. We quickly became friends. One of my favorite memories is sharing stories over Ethiopian food. It’s obvious to anyone who comes in contact with Whitney that […]

an invitation

October 27, 2010

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I’m pretty excited about what I’m presenting today – but I’m also a little nervous. No, I’m a lot nervous. Not because I don’t believe in what I will present, but because I’ve never done this before. I’m afraid (to be honest) of what you may think. But, I decided it’s time to act out […]

this thing called story (a teacher post)

September 6, 2010

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Here’s my next blog entry from my classroom – we’re discussing story (!!!) in class and the importance of storytellers in society. Needless to say, I’m pretty excited. This specific post is the answer to a question I asked for the students’ first blog post: What is storytelling to you? I had some incredible answers, […]

The Poisonwood Bible

September 1, 2010

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“Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. ” I first read The Poisonwood Bible the summer between my junior and senior year in college. Since then, I’ve read it at least five times. […]

lines on dirty paper

August 3, 2010

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Every once in awhile, I’ll pull out the letters so I won’t forget. I won’t forget Benjamin’s soulful eyes or Adah calling me mum or Christine’s tears. I won’t forget Rose saying “when you leave for America, you will pray for me and I will pray for you.” The first letter I received while in […]