Kiribati is being swallowed by the sea. It’s happening much faster than predicted since Cyclone Pam hit several days ago. Much like my first three months living on Tamana, I am quiet on the subject. Then it was because I didn’t know the language. Now it’s because I can’t find the words to express how much this … More Kiribati
A friend of my mom’s told me the night before I flew out of town that he thought I would one day put down roots when I found something that felt like home. I have been considering his idea because I love the thought of it being something you feel instinctively rather than a physical location. This … More home
I slept last night. Really hard. The kind of sleep where I woke up and had to feel around in my bed for hints of where I was. I don’t think my announcement of sleep is particularly noteworthy to anyone, but to me it is the kind of thing that if I were a Neanderthal … More Sleep
Stumbling through Spain 