A blogworthy life?

Most sane people would think the choice to leave Afghanistan after a year and a half is a no brainer.   For me it’s the most ...

I ran a marathon.  But this is not a marathon blog.  While yes, mile 18 was my big fat brick wall and by mile 20 my knees were screaming ...

I’ve always heard that grief has stages. Something about denial, anger, acceptance and some other ones thrown in there.  Well, in my pers...

I am not naive enough to believe that I was going to come to Afghanistan for a year and not lose someone I knew.  I could have never imagi...