It is a daily battle between good and better. The moment I open my eyes I have to control the very thought that will direct my hand to reach out for my phone “to see what time it is”. Is it really the time that I want to see, or is it how many lik...

Some mornings in Uganda, my feet hit the tile silently, before chaos inevitably descended. I learned to open the gate with the least amount of disturbance, my flip-flops padding through the dust up our road. My heart hungered for the silence, the ...

All of us, especially women, ache to see beauty and ache to be beautiful. We long to possess the kind of beauty that will send a knight galloping off to slay a dragon. As children we dress up as princesses. As teenagers we dream of romance. And ye...

Sometimes I think my feet are ugly... not my literal feet (although, maybe those too). I’m talking about my figurative feet that have brought good news to this foreign land. I often find myself complaining about frustrations in my new culture or t...