It was a Tuesday morning when the familiar sound came drifting through the crack between the top of our walls and the base of the roof. Th...

 The first day I got back to the village, my husband and I had words. The kind of words that you might be a little embarrassed to have your...

We left our passport country a week ago now, and I still don’t think our stomachs, or our hearts have come down out of the clouds. Everyth...

  8 days, I tell people. I have 8 more days until I get to go home. This is the conversation that has been happening a lot lately. My hu...