It was the summer after my first year of college. I had spent the entire three months working for the American Red Cross in my small county in Ohio and…
Haiti-Bound!
It’s that same feeling again. I am coming to know it well. Hands are warm, moderately sweaty. Heart beats faster –not racing– but swift. No longer am I burdened by…
Never Fear Firsts
My new ski instructor, Mark, watches me for a moment. I’ve been practicing my new moves (these consist of walking forward, standing still without sliding down a hill and sometimes-…