Over the weekend my roommate was out of town, and for the first time since I’ve lived in this apartment, I was left home alone. When she reminded me last Thursday before she left that she wouldn’t be home until Tuesday, I felt that tiny, horrible bubble that rises in my stomach to signal the … More I’m a Close Friend of Mine
The apartment smells like freshly brewed coffee. The smell infiltrates every corner of my new little apartment, seeping out of the French press I left on the counter and the cup that sits next to me on the table. Sunlight is streaming in the window, despite the floaty, thin, white curtains that hang loosely to the … More Falling in Love with Paris All Over Again
I was running a little late this morning (whoops), and rushed into the lobby to a room full of country directors. The bus pulled up right as I did, so Bill (my boss) had me lead the group out to get onboard and head over to the conference center. I remembered Emily telling me a … More African Leadership Summit Conference: Day One
The Transition Artist 