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I tried to write a new series of haikus over the summer to capture the essence of my “funemployment,” but it was hard to sell the self-deprecating humor. The haikus went something like: Today I woke up and arranged sea shells by size. Productivity. … Continue reading
ChatSalud was featured on the Peace Corps website! Here’s the press release from another Peace Corps blog. Peace Corps Volunteers in Nicaragua Create SMS-Based Health Hotline 1 Reply WASHINGTON, D.C., April 7, 2014 –To empower Nicaraguans to lead healthier, safer lives, returned … Continue reading
Congratulations Anna for organizing your third annual Youth Leadership Camp!
On March 27, 2013, an emotionally upheaved chela boarded a plane in Managua and, after a short confrontation in the Miami security line when an insensitive man said something like, “We’re in America and these people don’t speak English,” landed in Boston. Upon seeing her … Continue reading
Chloe wrote this article, and I just found it on the PC blog!
Peace Corps posts about a texting project in Kenya, but the photo highlighting the story is from our very own ChatSalud project in Nicaragua!
Ever Mainard is a comedian. She has this bit in which she talks about trying to go home one night in Chicago while being followed by a really creepy dude. Like all good comedy, her bit is humorous, but her … Continue reading
I’m back in Nicaragua! I’m working with the lovely Lindsey Leslie who served with me in the Peace Corps and now lives with me in Baltimore, as well as my friend William Garcia who is from La Dalia and taught … Continue reading
My Grandma Dot passed away this weekend. She was such a prominent figure in my life that even though we knew she didn’t have much time left, I’m finding it difficult to write it down because writing makes her death … Continue reading
I thought it was over. I bought a cake. I said my goodbyes. I left. I thought it was over, which is why I mourned so heavily over leaving. But what I didn’t take into account was how fundamentally I had … Continue reading
When walking Maní in Nicaragua, she’d sometimes get away from me. She’d get into a neighbor’s yard and run around, play with their dog, bark at their cat, stare at their horses, or chase their chickens. The whole family would … Continue reading