There are many stories from my trip to Nepal, but all of them remind me that I can get through anything, no matter how foreign.
On the morning of our second day in Thailand, we found ourselves in a disastrous state.
It was time to decide if I was going to change my last name.
When we got news of the bomb, I was walking toward the finish line.
The mice had moved in again, happily shacking up in a newer, shinier mouse mansion oven. But hey – at least I could still make bread!