A month before I left for Guatemala, I was not intending to go to Guatemala. My plan was to go to Nicaragua. As I watched the escalating tension and civil unrest taking place there from afar, I knew I couldn’t go. The privilege of my ability to choose to avoid another country’s struggle hung heavy… Continue reading This is Why I’m Here
Fog and Light
“Time to fly!” the unusually chipper shuttle driver says as he grabs my backpack and places it in the trunk. He’s so cheerful that I don’t mind that he’s early and I have to scramble to get out of the house. I close the door temporarily on my regular life and exhale the tension of trip… Continue reading Fog and Light