She’s probably going to kill me for writing this, but please would you go and read my friend Marissa’s blog post today? It awed and inspired and challenged me and I loved every word she wrote. The Velveteen Rabbit, by Marissa My favourite part: We live in a world of disconnectedness. I mean we have…
The day dawned sunny and hot (as every other day in Vegas) with a bit of a wind blowing. Rasmus and I were staying with the mother-of-the-bride Jeannine who was organising all the food for the park wedding. Rasmus and I had volunteered as cooks, carriers, general dogsbodies for the day so got up early,…
Photos taken by my talented Uncle Neil. Facial expressions blamed fully on my mum’s genes. For evidence, see here.
On Friday, we celebrated Thanksgiving. Yes, Thanksgiving was actually on Thursday. But this was a rather “alternative” celebration anyway, seeing as we were only three Americans and nine others from UK, Denmark, Bosnia, Romania, Canada, and Belgium. Marissa cooked the whole amazing meal, including the HUGE turkey, and I had great fun decorating the table…
Jen, you are beautiful and so wonderful and I am oh so proud that you made it through three years at that crazy college and graduated on Friday and that they recognised all your hard work by giving you the prize! I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to see it but I am possibly the…
Saturday was the wedding of my friend Heather, who I first met in South Africa, when we were volunteering at God’s Golden Acre in KwaZulu Natal. I was a naive idealist (what’s changed?) 18 year old, spending my days washing, ironing and distributing 50+ school outfits to the children and Heather was the mature motherly…
