My Own River

I take a sip of the sweet pink juice my neighbor offers me and ask her where she’s from. She says a name of a

Read More »

Dear New Girl

I was you. It’s hard to believe it was nine years ago. I got off that plane on that small Indonesian island to the blanket

Read More »

Growing Grace

Every time I walk through my house in Indonesia, I can’t help but look outside. My bunga kertas has spilled out from its base, spreading

Read More »

Search this Website

Notify Me of Upcoming Adventures

This form is not yet available.

Share This

Facebook
Twitter
LinkedIn
Email