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Volunteer Death Sheds Light on Risks of Service
Posted on January 29, 2011 | 1 CommentLike many Returned Volunteers, I watched ABC's 20/20 investigation on the Peace Corps with rapt attention. It was a gripping story on all accounts. And incredibly sad. -
A New Normalcy
Posted on October 15, 2009 | 3 CommentsEpiphanies occur in a host of places. In America, mine often came about in the shower. This is probably due to a habit I purposefully instilled from grade school. I know its cheesy but I’ve sort of always wanted to become a writer. When I was in elementary school, I remember reading an interview of a famous author who said she did her best thinking in the bathtub. I thought this was a great idea and started to sit in an empty bathtub, fully clothed to do my serious, grown-up 8-year-old-thinking. This matured into pensive showers, and I can trace many good ideas, stories or not, to soapy-lathers and pumice boards. I don’t think my pondering pattern would’ve changed had I not moved to Ukraine. I’ve been forced to find new sanctuaries in the past year, as a bucket bath is not nearly as conducive to contemplation as its cousin the shower. Lately my startling realizations have come in two far less sexy places: on the phone and in front of my laptop.