Eco-Humility

It never crossed my mind that living and traveling abroad would make me more environmentally concerned, but it has. At home in the U.S. I recycle when I can. I use a refillable water bottle nine times out of ten. I try to organic skincare and makeup products that haven’t been tested on animals. I…

Post-Apathy: a Blurred Clarity

Have you ever felt like you’re losing it? Not losing it, as in losing your mind and about to freak out on someone–though I feel that way weekly…  I mean, have you ever felt this weird sense of loss that you can’t really explain. This spot in your, body or mind, that was securely fastened…

Switching Lenses

A few weekends back I watched a dog die. I traveled to Nakhon Ratchasima–just a province away from my own Buriram–along with three of my friends. We visited temples, snapped photos of gardens and streets, drank lots of coffee and took advantage of another opportunity to breathe in real Thailand. But at one of the…

People be People

I remember something my pap told me once… The older I get the more I realize that people… are just people. That’s stayed with me over the years. And while traveling in Southeast Asia, it’s continuing to apply. One night in Chiang Mai, Thailand, I was out getting a drink with a few of my…

Gather, Gather, Gather

Before moving to Thailand a professor of mine told me something that I think of every single day. Go over there as humble as possible, which means as able as possible to see things as they are, not as they are through the you-lens.  The you-lens will be super valuable when it’s time to write…

Talking Instagram 

Since moving to Thailand, I post on the ‘gram at least once or twice each week, sometimes more. I meticulously pick out my best photos, run ’em through VSCO, think too long about a caption, and then post that sucker for hundreds to see my incredible traveling experience. What’s funny about social media is that…

Brick by Brick

Brick by brick we build our castles On solid ground, we lay sweet mortar. Poisonous vanity seeps from our pores It’s saturated with pride, we close our eyes. The mortar turns black, but we can’t see it. Brick by brick we build our castles With pride-filled mortar that we only ignore. Blinded eyes and blissful…

Missions: Are We Missing the Point?

Back in 2009, I strutted my high school hallways wearing TOMS shoes and carrying my books in a FEED Projects burlap sack. I was all about that humanitarian look. That look that said, “Wow! she cares about humanity so much, she’s willing to sacrifice a Marc Jacobs bag for one made by artisans in Kenya.”…

I Didn’t Know I was White

Until I was nearly ten-years-old, I didn’t know I was white. My Sunday school teacher even came to my mom and said, “When are you going to tell her she’s white?” And of course many white kids probably don’t realize that they’re white — because as white people, we’ve never known what it’s like to have…

You’re Not That Great

I wrote this during work one day at the salon after a handful of rich, white women felt entitled to treat me like an inferior human being. This is a “tribute” to those women. // Keep that nose up in the air, honey. I love the sight of each individual hair swaying in the wind…

Let’s Learn a Little Empathy, People

To my fellow privileged white people: hear me out for just a second. If you haven’t read rapper Propaganda’s interview in Relevant Magazine concerning racial injustice, you should. In talking about white privilege he says: “We’re all agents of the system we exist in. So if you are an Anglo-American, you are a part of…

Bring Back Those Old School Hymns

I have a unique skill: I can spot insincerity from a mile away. Early on, I learned that I was perceptive of other people—but sometimes to a fault. Even now I tend to isolate myself from those I find disingenuous. And some Christian musicians are just the worst. But can you blame them? Sometimes it…