Black Water Fever: My good story to tell
enjoy reading all about my 'good story to tell!'
a journal entry: 17 august 2009
today the french press died and i (well, had) no reason to live. until i texted brittany and she said that i could have her’s. i owe her my life. only someone with a serious coffee addiction would cry over a broken french press (which i did!). so i ended up that joy of all…
a journal entry: 10 august 2009
my friend kelsey has been saying recently, ‘what even is your life?!’ and this journal entry couldn’t highlight the hilarity of my life any better than causally saying i almost feel into a well (which is what prompted the comment!)! lions and fires and an extreme casual-ness about both! enjoy! lions are on the loose!…
a journal entry: 8 august 2009
still don’t know what i’m going to do with my life. i thought going back to america would help but it made things even more fuzzy. i think about it all the time. august was the random month i had chosen to make my decision. and i’m nowhere near close to any sort of decision.…
a journal entry: 29 july 2009
before you read my journal entry from 10 years ago, i would suggest reading my blog post from 10 years ago! it really explains what happened and why i was ready to stay in zambia. check it out here! so i made it outta my depression! who knew that if you actually left your house…
a journal entry: 27 july 2009
things were not always the greatest in the village. and after coming back from america? they were pretty dark, but don’t worry, things do get better! exactly one month since i wrote in this journal. i wrote in my red india journal on my trip home. it was nice to be back but now i…
a journal entry: 24 sept 2008
It took a few months to really settle into my mud hut and make it a home. In Zambia, most people have their house and chikuta, the kitchen, separately. I had a house, a chikuta (about 20 yards from my house), a pit latrine and a shower area (about 5 yards from my house). When…
a journal entry: 31 aug 2008
When I was a Peace Corps Volunteer, I served in Southern Province, Zambia. This usually doesn’t mean much when you tell someone where you served. BUT, if I told you it’s where Victoria Falls is, then you might have an idea of where I was. And if you can’t locate it on a map, you have probably…
Every Evening in Siambele
As the day’s hot unforgiving sun fades into the maize fields on the horizon in Siambele Village, a cool respite takes over the farm and I walk into the chikuta. The mud bricks in the worn and well-used kitchen are blackened from years of open wood fires that have been keeping 18 people fed, washed…
a journal entry: 3 Aug 2008
10 years ago, I was in Peace Corps in Zambia. I was living in a mud hut, no electricity, no running water, and having an amazing, challenging life changing experience. Since it’s been 10 years, I decided to randomly peek into my journals and share with you what I wrote at the time. Raw, unedited,…
