HI! You’ve found me.
Welcome to my little space on the inter-webs; nice to meet you– I’m so glad you are here. I’ve been dabbling in writing since 2005 [yes, that long!]. Thank you so much for stopping by–I hope you’ll stick around and keep reading!
Blog Beginnings
On Sunday Morning is my pandemic project and is an amalgam of all the photos and journals I’ve had before. My first blog was my first attempt at creative non-fiction or perhaps realistic fiction where a made up character wrote about life as a healthcare worker as she journeys from student to physician in a level 1 trauma center/ level 3 NICU and PICU My next blog focused on my 16-month journey through every country in South America. My 3rd blog focused on random travel experiences in USA and Europe, and finally my fourth blog depicted my experiences as a Peace Corps Health Volunteer In Rwanda as a member of Health Cohort 10 serving from 2018-2020.
My goal is to merge all those experiences into one, cohesive blog that will [sort of] read like an autobiography of sorts–with a healthy dose of realistic content, creative non-fiction, photography, and travelogues. Is this even possible? I don’t know, but this is my story and I hope to tell it well.
Why On Sunday Morning?
Let’s be honest. As a person who has a day job in healthcare, historically most of my Sunday mornings have been spent working. But there was a time–Peace Corps time– when I lived for Sunday mornings. On those Sunday mornings, I’d wake up late, scramble some eggs for breakfast, wash dishes and clothes by hand. Then hang them out to dry. Around 11AM or so, I’d begin the 5k walk up and over a few of Rwanda’s 1000 hills to Huye. At the junction of the paved raod and dirt road, I knew I was over halfway to the city.
Sometimes I stopped in the bar at the bottom of the hill and had an ice cold Fanta Citron; others times I mentally prepared myself for the giant hill that leads in/out of Huye. But once there, I’d meet other PCVs for lunch, go market shopping, hang out at the pool, catch some free. Wi-fi, the possibilities were endless. Then, I’d visit another PCV and we would cook some other worldly delicious meal and end the evening watching downloaded movies. It was always what I imagined Sunday mornings should be–farmers’ markets, lunch with friends, cooking… Because on Sundays (mornings and afternoons), I was free. Free from PCV responsibilities and free from village life.
So is On Sunday Morning a travel blog?
Not exclusively. Traveling is one of my favorite activities, but I’m not exactly in the most ideal position to write a blog that focuses on traveling the world. I have a career in a decidedly not travel related field. I have yet to go to South East Asia, or Central Asia or any parts of Asia, really. Still haven’t made it to Australia. Or New Zealand. Or the Middle East.
But I want to–one day–and my bucket list gets longer every day. So, obviously, I can’t really give any profound travel advice about going to places I’ve never been.
I always hurt myself without even doing anything adventurous and I always forget something crucial. Like my passport. It’s no secret that I honestly don’t have a clue when it comes to round the world planning, or packing, or malaria prevention. I actually got malaria while taking said pills. And didn’t when I eschewed prophylaxis.
So Is it a personal blog?
Well, not exactly. I mean it’s personal to me, but certainly not a daily log of my life.
I am passionate about travel, hiking, exploring, grass roots health care, education, mental health, healing trauma, good conservation, reading, and creating the perfect combination of soup and a grilled cheese sandwich.
I have studied monkeys and tagged turtles in the wild, fell in love with lemurs, and chased cats all over the world. I’ve rescued sea turtles on the coast, taught health classes in Spanish [and Kinyarwandan Kiswahili, and English], and built proper stoves ventilation in the Andes mountains. I’ve brought babies into the world and seen them out. Toxicology and wilderness medicine cause me to geek out. Mental health is my jam.
I am cynical but optimistic, tough but kind, honest, sarcastic, introverted, yet assertive. Working in health care has given me an appreciation of dark humor. Myers-Briggs calls me a INFP. It means for the life of me I cannot make concrete plans; it also means that I am an introvert, intuitive, and that I am sensitive. And if enneagram is more your style, I’m 4 or a 9 depending on the version I take.
Life is not meant to be rush through– hurried, anxious and rushed. We’ve been told many times before that this is not a dress rehearsal, but know all too well that this is also not a play. This is life and the only one we’ve been bestowed with – let us occasionally remind ourselves of that. My life has never followed a linear grid and I’m constantly taking what most people consider ‘a chance.’
Slow down. Breathe. Live
Stick around. I promise… you’ll want to see what I do.
