The Longest Year of My Life

A year ago today I finally, finally, finally landed in San Diego – a moment I had equally dreamed about and dreaded. After 6 months in Malawi, an unexpected week in Uganda, and a freezing layover in DC, I was back! I was home! Or…. was I? I had no idea where “home” was any more.

I walked off the plane …and straight into a bathroom. Where I hid for about 15 minutes. I knew my parents, my friends, and my girls were all waiting for me at the exit of the terminal. And yet, there I stood, unable to pick up my overstuffed carry on bag and carry on with my life. Hugging myself, I tried to prepare for all the attention, all the hugs, and all the people I was about to encounter. Simultaneously, I was trying to avoid it. I was terrified. I stared in the mirror, wondering who the girl was looking back at me. Read More

Dressember 28: Wait for It

For the month of December – in honor of Dressember – I’ll be blogging everyday! Thoughts on anything from fighting for justice to feminism, from dresses I’m wearing to books I’m reading, and everything in between.


It’s raining in San Diego. Which – for people who don’t live here – is probably confusing. Don’t you have perfect weather every single day?? For people who do live here, we know it means one thing: horrible traffic.

My drive back down from LA got doubled today, as people were driving 20 mph on the freeway because a little water was falling from the sky. Do I sound bitter?? Maybe (definitely) I still am. Sitting on the freeway isn’t fun, ever. But especially when its cold and wet outside and you would do almost anything to just be home. Read More