- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
guess what I got for christmas?
have been here 3 months and 1 day.
the last one of the volunteers to go down
thankfully, the upside of being in Africa is that I can prescribe myself phenergan