I think the first time I ever paddled anything was on this lake. It’s little, and now I do laps around it in a plastic sea kayak, but when I was younger it might have been an ocean to me. My grandma would load me and my sister into the canoe, make us promise to … More Spring and Staying Still: Post-evacuation Readjustment and Quarantine
This is going to be a bit of a mess. Hang tight. I was in the middle of writing a different version of this blog post, one with the words “everything is normal here”, when suddenly things stopped being quite so normal. Several things happed sort of at once. Armenia reported three more cases of … More Peace Corps Armenia: the bees came back, and we’re waiting
My English clubs started a few weeks ago after a brief post-summer hiatus. The first two sessions were small, with less than eight kids and easy to manage, but now I have 25 regulars. I had meant for club to be invite-only in order to avoid having different English speaking levels, or any kids who … More Peace Corps Armenia: For Example
We’re surrounded by mountains on all sides. To the North, the hills are stained red and orange. To the East, the mountains turn green. If you look hard you can still snow at the peaks. To the South, the mountains are neither red nor green, rather a gray and orange that tells of more desert … More Peace Corps Armenia: Restart
I was planning on seeing my bad day all the way through, while I kicked a stone down the road in a pair of shoes not meant for distances measured in kilometers. These shoes are my only pair that have seen three continents. I got them in Norwich after I soaked my old favorites beyond … More Peace Corps Armenia: Raw Garlic is Spicy
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