“you did what?”

Last year I was handed the keys to a beautiful, brand new company car…with 6 miles on it. My phone automatically synced with the radio when I climbed into the plush driver’s seat. Car washes, gas, and maintenance were completely covered. Today, I am driving a borrowed 1997 passenger van, with unknown mileage, to shuttle volunteers … Continue reading “you did what?”

Ministry

Ministry is a funky word. I used to associate ministry with excessively strict people, clerical collars, and all those activities and events the “church people” wanted my money for. I used to think “ministry” was one of those words reserved for the Christians who “had everything figured out.” Newsflash: I have been looking everywhere, on several continents, and I … Continue reading Ministry

A month later…

Here I am, back in the Puerto Rican office with AC and my classic laptop from senior year of high school. Can you believe I am typing for the second day in a row? Incredible. So, what brought me back to the keyboard? This. As you may know, or may not know, I backpacked through … Continue reading A month later…

Sólo Tenemos Una Vida

We only have one life. You have one life, I have one life–regardless of last name, socioeconomic status, nationality, profession, bank roll, political affiliation, vehicle type, stress experienced daily, number of social media followers or scholarly achievements hanging on the office wall, etc. Each person has one life, one opportunity, one set of numbered days … Continue reading Sólo Tenemos Una Vida

Paris.

Graffiti. Public transportation. Outdoor seating. Stick shifts. Poor parking. Wine. History. Diversity. Scooters. Coffee. Small flats. Public parks. Instruments. Tourists. Different road signs. People reading. Entertainment. Beggars. Crying children. Laughing friends. Early-closing stores. Exercise. Fewer McDonalds. Expensive cuisine. The same annoying iPhone default ringtone. Toilets and showers have separate rooms; light switches are outside of … Continue reading Paris.

Day 1

I met a businessman,  a lady named Esther, and a dentist, all while waiting for my first overseas flight from Newark to Brussels. I had a list of things to do that I “forgot” to do before leaving (like purchase clothes for a wedding, figure out train situation for arrival w/no phone, etc.), but I wound up … Continue reading Day 1