she's changed. you can see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch, and hear it in her tone. she’s not the same, and she’s never coming back. k. azizian Reading can make your mind wander. Writing can lock your thoughts onto one page. Once it’s out, it’s out. I’ve spent my life loving harder. Everyone I have ever loved, I have really loved, and I’ve always loved my other half harder than they have loved me. I’ve spent years craving the attention of a loved one— lingering by a

Once again, all photos in this post are by the lovely Lauren Morrow. Thank you! Monday, March 15th We spent more time at an orphanage run by Corrie, a woman who has been in Mozambique around 20 years, dedicating her life to this work. We started the day playing songs with the children, but with the language barrier quickly moved on to games. Lauren, Kate, and Cassie did activities indoors with the young children while Kyle and I played soccer with some older boys out in th

Monday, March 13, 2017 It’s officially week 2! We have spent every day during the past week working in different schools— Planning at night, waking up early, training all day, and then making our way back to the Larson’s for a bottle of Coke. (This has become our group’s tradition.) On Saturday we facilitated a training for teachers at a school called Canthina do Ceu. The teachers were so engaged with us, and this time, despite the need for translation by the lovely Khazi (

It’s been 5 days since leaving Boston, but we’ve been in Mozambique for only a little over three days. This blog post is my personal recount of my group’s travels, paired with photos by my dear friend and colleague, Lauren Morrow. Friday Night - Saturday Morning (March 3, 2017) We left on Friday night with an overnight flight to London, giving us an opportunity to explore for a nine hour layover. After a six hour flight and about an hour waiting to get through customs, we hop