My Beef With the Baby Downstairs.

I’m not that girl. That girl that sits around planning her wedding and naming her children? That’s not me-it never has been. Those girls have food names like “Candy” or “Muffin”. They wear pearls to pick the newspaper up off their front porch at 6:30 AM and spend their spare … [Read more...]

In Which I Ate Bugs.

Are you ready for this one? Earlier today, Ben went to the street meat sandwich guy to pick up lunch for my team and I. For those of you currently lounging in an air-conditioned Starbucks sipping a pumpkin spice latte and wondering who on earth would ever eat something called … [Read more...]

Mic Check. [The End of My Blogging Hiatus.]

Three days ago as I hugged my Mom, Dad, and Kellan goodbye at the Raleigh airport, I was blithely unaware that my Senegal experience would begin fifteen hours before my impossibly impractical, coffee-colored cowgirl boots ever stepped off that fateful South African flight into … [Read more...]

Of Cow Appreciation Day. [In Which I Sold My Self-Respect for $5.39.]

Would you humiliate yourself for five dollars and thirty-nine cents?  Sigh. I didn’t think I would, either. I also didn’t foresee getting suckered into “Cow Appreciation Day” at Chik-fil-a. [Again with that tragically irresistible crack-laced chicken!] Sometime around eleven AM … [Read more...]

The Ritz. [Moving On Up.]

“Oh, that's not going to work.”  I believe that was precisely what I told my landlord when he first showed Christy and I the tiny little rooftop studio apartment that unbeknownst to us, would become home about a month later. It was probably an organic reaction to the elf-sized, … [Read more...]

In Which I Hit a Man.

It all started when our SP landed in Dakar this past Sunday morning. Suffice it to say, though having them here is great fun, they’ve been wreaking absolute havoc with my REM cycle. In between working a couple of consecutive sixteen hour days, not having any time off in about two … [Read more...]