The dusk came quickly and it started to rain again. The chilly, damp air permeated through all my layers of clothing, sending a shiver down my spine. . . .
The road became more and more bumpy as we approached our final destination. The driver came to a stop at the bottom of a steep hill. . . .
My colleagues and I have started testing ourselves for COVID antibodies. Jim had ordered these highly coveted, but not easily accessible tests from an online distributor a few weeks ago and I was surprised to find them delivered to our doorsteps so soon. . . .
It’s hard to believe that just few days ago I came back from Cuba. The trip, as wonderful as it was, is suddenly feeling like a distant memory. As much as I’m trying to keep it cool and composed, there are moments when I get overcome with anxiety. . . .
The sun is getting low in the sky as we near the end of our last home visit. The girls are excited to show us their notebooks. Jim and I flip through the pages of perfectly lined up sentences and neatly arranged numbers. . . .
I have waited way too long to share this post with you and I am not really sure why. Part of it was the hectic days that followed my trip to Lebanon, an almost immediate departure on our trip to Nicaragua, followed by hurricane Irma and then the post-hurricane mayhem at work in the ED. . . .
A few days after I had come back from Panama, a long time colleague from New York messaged me. We have not spoken in a long time, but have always followed each other’s paths on social media.
I always wanted to travel with The Giving Lens photography workshop. I’ve believed for a long time that PHILANTHROPY AND PHOTOGRAPHY go beautifully together. . . .