“She walks the labyrinth every day.” The woman tilted her wind-chapped face toward the young girl and tossed her knit Packer scarf over her shoulder.

A sharp breeze whistled off the Chippewa River. I buried my hands in my pockets.

“We live behind the old Burger King, so we don’t have to go far...

It’s 4:30 in the morning. I should be tired. Instead, I am excited to turn on my computer and begin writing.

I sit in my pajamas, looking over my list of travel writing tasks—an article due to a publication, interview questions to answer for a blog, an assignment for a writing class—and struggle...

One of our favorite stories from serving in the Peace Corps happened to a friend of ours. At dinner one night, Josie was served a heaping plate of rice, beans, ugali … something starchy. The details of what was on the plate are foggy, but the point of the story is that it was stacked high, and, as...