i've been out for a month now, and thought a lot about what i would like to say here to end things. and i'm still not sure, but i'll try to sort it out before this is too rambly.
i know it can get rough, and your writing makes sense. it's understandable to have some panic that the baby will arrive before you are ready (similar to the dream i had the other night where i had
finally, a proper cyclone entry. only 3 months late! way to go me! to make up for the tardiness, i'm gonna make this super long. so i'll understand if you only want to look at pictures.
i wrote this post 2 months ago, after 3 of our staff were killed in kismayo, somalia. this post is about my own feelings, and i didn't want to post it, because i didn't feel that it was fair for m
so how did everyone celebrate international women's day? i really did not do much more than work. but i did think about the whole 'what does international women's day mean to me here in banglades
today i awoke to headlines that a certain trial had finished in vancouver, and 6 murder convictions had been handed down. and while none of you should be surprised to hear this by now - i cried bo
i love music. i love shows. i miss vancouver so much sometimes for the simple act of putting on some cute boots, a fun little dress, and walking on down to the railway to listen to whoever
