“I don’t want to leave,” I told our director as we looked out on some mountains on the last day of our very first staff conference. It seemed like those few days had made my heart beat again. I didn’t have to try to speak in sounds that yet had no...

“Phew, what is that smell?” I asked my husband after noticing a strong odor in our Zambian home for several days.

I was a furious storm of crossing off lists, submitting papers, and incessantly checking my email. My Type B personality doesn’t do well with mounds of paperwork and fine print instructions, which are all par for the course in the international ad...

For a few adventurous years, my husband and I directed a study abroad program overseas. We carved a campus out of the jungle and housed college students on a remote coconut plantation in the South Pacific Ocean. No running water, no electricity, n...