Sufficient Unto the Day….

Tuesday, 8:00 p.m. Living the expat life means that friends come and go at a rapid pace. One of these friends, Holly, was back in Dar on a short visit, and we arranged to meet for mishkaki and chips (beef kebabs and French fries) at a local restaurant (two containers with tables set up around…

#TIA: Infection Edition (Caution: PG-13 Images)

Warning: This post contains graphic images. Do not proceed reading if you don’t like blood, gore, and nasty wounds. Continue at your own risk. You have been warned.  I have been incredibly blessed with overall good health over the last year and a half living in Tanzania. Other than malaria and dengue, I’ve had only…

The Little Moments

Its hard to believe its been almost a month since I last posted! Time flies when you’re having fun, I suppose! Earlier this week, I read an (awesome) article by Ann Voskamp talking about the intense life we live in the everyday: Why in the world disdain the small? It’s always the smallest strokes that add…

#Life

Six weeks ago, when I first arrived back in Dar, I never dreamed that I would feel so completely at home here. Jet lag made for a bit of a rough transition, but now that I’ve settled in, I am enjoying life to the fullest. School  As I write this, my tenth-grade IGCSE English Literature…

5 Questions

I could start complaining about how I hit snooze fifteen times this morning, or how changing the oil in my motorcycle became a TIA crisis, or how I really should be grading papers instead of reading all of the posts backpiling in my RSS reader, but that’s all rather irrelevant. After clicking through several links…

Moments

What follows is a collection of moments, glimpses into my life since returning from my summer holiday in the U.S. a month ago. Some are funny, some are serious, some from school, and some from play. This is #life. He walked into the room, said hi, and sat down across from me. He was average…

HOPAC 2014-2015: Day One

Its a wrap. The first day of school is done and over. And all in all, it was far less chaotic than I expected. Maybe its because I’m getting better at planning with the advent of my fourth year of teaching, but I find that unlikely. In all reality, it is simply helpful to be…

I’d Rather Not Say Goodbye

I’d rather not say goodbye. Even though saying goodbye is normal. In 2001, when I went with my brother to Miracle Mountain Ranch for a week of summer camp, my life changed forever. For the next nine years, my summers were a fast-spinning montage of strong friendships bonded in the forge of being summer camp…

Street Children & Football: Faith Filled Friday Link-up

All year, Dan Kappers and I have been co-teaching the grade 9 Service Learning class at HOPAC. Throughout the course of the year, students researched and wrote about problems in Tanzania and their possible solutions. As a culminating project, students split into groups to write two more specific research papers on problems they saw in…

Running isn’t as Boring Here

I hate running. Not because its that hard, or because it makes me sweat, or because I might mess up my hair. I hate running for the same reason I hated math in high school: its boring. But since I made the ridiculous decision to participate in a half-marathon later this month, I’ve discovered that…