Family, FaceTime & Ethiopian Food

December 7th, every year between 1992 and 2014, I have found myself in Canada. 2015 I woke up to celebrate my birthday next to the ocean, as I have every time between 1992 and 2014, but this time it was not Vancouver or Halifax that greeted me, but Monrovia. My birthday in the recent past…

A Story of Romance: 33 Hours Under An Austrian Sky

WARNING: this is a post about romance, serendipity, and vulnerability. If you prefer reading about my adventures surrounding my work in Liberia, this post is not for you. This post is a risk for me, as I do not normally talk about my relationship life to this extent, but when something as beautiful as what…

Month 1 in Monrovia

June: “Monrovia, Liberia” was all but two words in a job description for an opportunity I thought was incredible, but way out of my league. All I knew about Liberia was a basic understanding of the impact of Ebola on the country, and the broad concept of Charles Taylor and the civil war that ended…

Things Fall Apart, & Noses Break

Things fall apart. But that’s life. And I keep smiling. Sometimes, people steal. And hotels fall into a decrepit state. And noses break. I write from my Liberian rooftop. Where pots banged night #2. And breakfast was taken overlooking the waves days #3, #4, and #8. I finished the day with sunset skypes day #9…

Starting Over: in Life, Love, and International Development

“What would it look like if we started over?” That was the question that started Hampton Creek, a company founded in 2012 on the mission to reimagine the broken systems that make our world go around. In food, with a philosophy of “starting over” at it’s core, Hampton Creek has taken the world by storm,…