Still no sign of Michael? Nope.  Nothing. Ever since he had hopped out of the back of our truck in September of last year, I had asked this question so often and heard this answer so many times that I only did it out of habit…half-hearted. I first met him a few years ago in…

Ok (cracks knuckles…streeeeetch) this is about how Roger came back. Just to recap, the day before, Haley and I watched Roger and Elder ride away in a bus.  We cried.  A lot.  Swallowed that pesky throat lump. Day continued. Next morning, I head to Proniño and it crosses my mind that it’s just not going…

I thought it would hit me the on my last day of work when I handed in my badge and left the parking garage, but it didn’t. I thought, perhaps, packing my life up into two very small suitcases (well, they look small compared to all that I want to take) would set me over […]

Today, I’m supposed to write part two about Roger. Um, actually,  part two is actually going to happen next week. I mean, you already get the gist, right? He’s back. So I’m not REALLY leaving you hanging.  On to today’s topic. In Honduras, you have Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Independence Day, Lempira Day, Day of…

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