More Than Pity

Walking through the Dallas/Fort Worth airport, it feels as though I am walking through a memory. Riding through the familiar streets of the suburb I've called home my whole life, it feels like … Read more about More Than Pity

I Am Going Home

This is not my adventure. I am going home. - In Bolivia, we have found a family that treats us like one of their own. We eat with them each meal. We greet their children as they come home from … Read more about I Am Going Home

Opening Doors

Sitting in the dark. Staring at a brick wall. I am in an enclosed room. There are four walls, but no door. The windows give me a glimpse of the world outside. I cannot help but notice what a raw … Read more about Opening Doors