Satisfaction with myself eluded me for most of my life.
There I am. An INFP to the max.
Meet Austin–he was one of my interns for summer 2012.
It’s a hard day. Eleven years ago the gunfire started in earnest. Now it continues in Nairobi. So many milestones of tragedy, loss, and grief are piled into this week. Now there are more. This time they aren’t mine, but ones of people I love. This third week in September seems doomed to hold too […]
Eleven years ago everything got turned upside down. Not one of us saw it coming.
Ted is our resident TCB–Third Culture Bear.
Red is my mom’s color.
Confession time. If you know me well, this isn’t news, however it may put my status as a Coloradan at risk.