Moons ago, someone carved me a nickname into the sand. The tide came and swept my name away. That name was "Sputnitsa," which means "fellow traveler" in Russian.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. ~ Henry David Thoreau
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Category Archives: volunteerism
Times are dark and uncertain, and how things are going to end isn’t a given. Maybe it doesn’t even matter. It’s the love we share in the now that is everything that matters. Love makes and remakes us. And I believe … Continue reading
But I was otherwise engaged, and besides, I didn’t know how to answer. And they were right; people do ask. “So, what was Peace Corps like?” Some expect a two-line answer. Others want to really get into it, to imagine … Continue reading