Midnight Wild Child Gypsy Dreamer: The Middle

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit Tuning out the voices was easier than I ever imagined it to be.  I decided…

Midnight Wild Child Gypsy Dreamer: The Beginning 

I know it’s been quite a bit of time since I wrote on here.  I wish I could have been able to take you with me on the journey that I’ve been doing, but putting it into words and seeing it on paper seemed impossible to handle.  A lot has changed for me in the…

Beachy Days and Just Short of a Decade

Now that we are almost two months through surgery recovery and lifestyle changes I can report that even though it has gotten easier it has not gotten any less annoying.  I am two months sober from alcohol, tylenol, and several other medications that could have aided in my allergy fest that I had experienced earlier…

Journal Entry: Training Day

October 12th 2012, Friday Teaching day.  Elizabeth and I taught first, the 6th form as it is called out here. Our lesson was on school subjects. We alternated introducing words and sentences to a class we had never met. Our expectations were low of their English comprehension, lower when the usual teacher told us that…

Journal Excerpt: Ukraine Protests

Written in my journal on February 2nd, 2014 In the night Ukraine burned. Kiev was a shifting vision of smoke and tear gas and intermittent flames lapped up what remained of the buses set up as a barricade. The police had lost their footing once, then a second time as flash bombs and Molotov cocktails…

Abound

When we first applied to the Peace Corps it was anticlimactic. We spent weeks talking it over. We would lay on our backs staring at the ceiling, our fingers entwined, and we would talk about where we would go next pending where we landed first.  The application wasn’t very long and at the end it…

The First Move

Ukraine Series – Our relationship was a whirlwind. We had our second cup of coffee at a small brewery on the sands of the Pacific Ocean. Whales breached the water as the sun set behind the haystack rock. It was like taking a scene from a romantic novel or beautifully done movie.  The reason it…

The Fall to Love

Ukraine Series – The Beginning I am going to start telling the story of my time in Peace Corps Ukraine. This will be a series of snippets over time but it will be linear. Like most great stories this one was about a girl. We met when I was on a blind date with another…