Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Ten Rules for Returning from Your Time in Africa

Rule #1: Do not eat three ice cream cones and one deep dish pizza on your first day back in America, no matter how much you profess to adore milk products. You will experience dairy overload and want to die.

Rule #2: Do not be a dummy. Do not wash your face with cold water. The hot water is there for a reason. Use it!

Rule #3: Do not cry when you open your luggage and everything smells like stale body odor and humidity, including the stuffed animal you so childishly took with you on your trip. It'll come out or you'll throw it out.

Rule #4: If you forget why America is great, just follow the signs:


Rule #5: Do not worry when you can't peel yourself off the couch on your first day back. This is not depression or a failure to adjust appropriately. It's simple indulgence and relaxation; much deserved after your long travels.

Rule #6: When you go to the grocery store for the first time, honor the 12 Days of American Foods song in your shopping list: 12 cereal boxes, 11 bags of candy, 10 things of Goldfish, 9 Tombstone pizzas, 8 fresh veggies, 7 pints of ice cream, 6 mac&cheeses, 5 chocolate cakes, 4 Chips Ahoy, 3 cheese wheels, 2 brownie mixes, and a box of double stuffed Oreos.

Rule #7: Do not drive on the left side of the road.

Rule #8: Text your friends all.the.freaking.time just because you can.

Rule #9: Turn off your alarm and hunker down in your snuggly familiar bed for more hours than necessary.

Rule #10: Do not worry about remembering why you have the greatest friends. Hopefully, they've already got that covered.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

PSA: Blog Glitches

It recently got back to me that the last layout on my blog was hard to use and nearly impossible to comment on. Well why didn't you tell me sooner?!

Despite the slickness of the last layout, I'm going back to simpler times. Times of older Blogger layouts and their clunky familiarity. Because I have to admit, I love when people comment on the blog. I cherish your hearts & responses & hilarity more than a sleek template.

So comment away, dear readers! And be quicker to let me know if this thing becomes glitchy again.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Glenview in a Day

A ten hour layover in Chicago afforded me the opportunity to spend a day in my hometown suburb of Glenview, IL. What does one do when one has to cram all the best things of this town into one day?

1. Have tea time with Nanny and talk about the Queen's Diamond Jubilee.
2. Entice your dogs with some tunes on the keys.
3. Eat a whole bowl of M&M's.
4. Giordano's deep dish pizza. Hands down best in Chicagoland.
5. Chocolate cake.
6. Homer's mint chip ice cream.
7. Dairy Bar. Chocolate dipped in milk chocolate.
8. Dip my toes in the waters of the great Lake Michigan.
9. Lay on the sandy beach.
10. Swap international travel stories with Jenny.
(11. Hang out with Bobby McGee, but not this time because he had better things to do...like inspiring the youth of America.)

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Thriving

"I might even grow accustomed to the storm of car horns and vendors. Can there be anywhere else in the world that is such an assault on the senses? Those who know the country though just go about their business. But nothing can prepare the uninitiated for this riot of noise and color - the heat, the motion, the perpetual teeming crowds...Initially, you're overwhelmed, but gradually you realize it's like a wave: resist, and you'll be knocked over; dive into it, and you'll swim out the other side. This is a new and different world. The challenge is to cope with it, and not just cope, but thrive."

Evelyn in "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel," a brilliant movie I just watched on my flight from Entebbe to London. Even if it's about India, I think it applies to Africa as well. 

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Chapati

A brief haiku ode to chapati, my one true African love:


Chapati, you thief
You've stolen my heart and soul
Yum, doughy goodness.

Fresh off the hot coals
My tummy bulging with joy
Get in my belly.

Back home we don't know
Cheap joys of daily fried dough
We should, don't you think?

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Big Sky

Afternoon sky over Lake Victoria
I've made it my mission to get more people to look at the sky in Africa. I keep trying to explain to our mzungu kids here that the sky is SO MUCH BETTER in Uganda than in America. They're unconvinced. Despite living in Uganda for three years, they still think America is the awesomest. They make fun of me by saying, "if I had a dollar for every time you talked about the sky, I'd be RICH." I'm going into debt here...

Seriously, though. The sky is bigger. The clouds are fluffier and far more numerous. The blue is bluer. The air is cleaner. The sunsets are richer. The sunrises are brighter. The rainstorms are wider. The lightning is scarier. The thunder is deeper. The rainbows are more vibrant. The moon is rounder. The stars are twinklier. The sky is wider, higher, longer, deeper.

I know I blogged about the sky so many times in Namibia. But "so many times" isn't enough. The sky reminds me of how wide, how high, how long, and how deep is the love of our Lord. He created each millimeter of this sky and STILL cares about me? He knows each star in the sky - even in the cloud that is the Milky Way - and STILL knows the hairs on my head?

Unreal. I can't begin to understand it, but I bask in the reminder of His power when I look to the African sky.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Africa is Alive

Africa is so alive.

The singeing smell of diesel fuel settling along the paved roads. Dense body odor filling the packed markets. Unpredictable and startling bumps along uneven dirt roads. The tinny sound of steady African beats emanating from cheap cell phones. The heavy scent of "Africa" on your body when you return home after a long day. Laughter and screams from the small kids down the road. Long, studied greetings about the day, family, and life. Lively Bantu conversations taking place all around you. The surprise sighting of other wazungu. Cows, birds, chickens, roosters, goats, and dogs as your alarm clock. The smell of burning grass and garbage floating through the evening air. The inexplicably huge sky. The oily sweet taste of fried dough. The comforting protection of a mosquito net. The ambivalence towards big bugs. The satisfaction of a cold shower after a hot day. Small African hands caressing your fascinating white ones. Sweet fresh fruit. Hot spicy tea. The musty dampness of the backseat of a taxi. The distant claps and songs of friends after dark. The burst of magenta and indigo and orange minutes after the sun dips below the horizon.

What do these make you feel? Oddly enough, my reaction and response has been different on every trip.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

There's a FLEA in My Toe!

For the first time, I've had the "privilege" a Know Think Act need first hand when I found a chigoe flea festering in my own big toe this week.

Here in Uganda, most people call these parasite "jiggers." Last week, I thought I simply had a small splinter underneath the joint of my big toe and left it alone. However, after lots of discomfort, I checked again and found a big ol' black bubble in the same spot. No doubt about it - I had a jigger. I had likely contracted it when I was in the rural village of Kyakayombya assisting with handing over the well that I blogged about last week.

Jiggers are usually found in dusty areas. They burrow in your feet, grow and lay eggs, and then those eggs continue to fester and drop to the ground. Unfortunately, they can become infected easily and can cause severe damage to your feet if left untreated. Many people in East Africa contract jiggers because they are walking around barefoot or with flimsy shoes that do not adequately protect their feet. Children may also get jiggers that burrow in their hands because they play on the ground so often.

My jigger had grown quite a bit so getting it out was a painful process of lancing the wound and squeezing the jigger out completely. They get very long as they grow. I nearly lost my stomach and all the color in my face as I saw millimeter after millimeter of jigger coming out of my toe.

The start of jigger diggin'

Here in Uganda, we've joked about how I must need to bathe more (I'm bathing everyday in Uganda, by the way...unlike twice a week in Namibia), but jiggers are pesky parasites that don't simply slough off with a good foot scrubbing.

While I had access to adequate resources and medical care in order to remove the jigger and keep the area sterile, many people here do not. They may lack money for treatment or live too far away from a medical clinic. They may not understand the consequences of jiggers and thus leave them untreated. My jigger was awful enough - I can't imagine having countless festering jiggers burrowed in my feet like many children and adults here do.

So, in honor of TIA Tuesdays:

Digging a festering jigger out of my foot. TIA.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Living Waters Flow



Yesterday, I had the humbling privilege of handing over another well that was funded by Global Support Mission. Along with a team of Ugandan leaders from Bringing Hope to the Family, we went to a small village an hour outside of Kaihura (which is already a small, unmapped village) to dedicate a new well to the community of Kyakayombya.

The well they had been using was located at the bottom of a steep valley and looked like this:


It was full of mud, bugs, bacteria, plants, diseases, and rainwater runoff from nearby hills where cattle and goats had defecated. Clearly, it's unsuitable for consumption - but it was being consumed nonetheless.

Bringing Hope to the Family partnered with this community to build a new fresh water well just yards away from this old one. Today, we handed over the well to community leaders. I had the privilege of unlocking the well and washing my hands in its first pump of fresh water. Several women including a small girl brought jerrycans to fill from the new well.


What a reminder of the fresh Living water of Christ that we so desperately need in our lives. Though the contrast between stagnant water and Living water is not as noticeable as the two wells today, it reminds me of the filth we live in when our hearts are not turned towards Christ, and of just how vital and reviving the fresh streams of His grace are.

How encouraging it is to see local leaders passing their skills, knowledge, and motivation to other local leaders to enact sustainable change in their communities. Praise the Lord!

Monday, May 21, 2012

Breathe


I once heard “selah” described as breathing and especially love that image alongside Psalm 46. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Even as the waters rise and the mountains fall, breathe. Even as fear seeks to overwhelm you, breathe. Even as nations crumble, breathe. Even as He is exalted, breathe. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear. Though the earth give way, and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea; though its waters roar and foam, and the mountains shake with their surging. [though the isolation creeps in, and the emotions seek to overwhelm me; though I’m surrounded by reminders of brokenness and fail to be brave anymore.]

Selah.

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. God is within her; she will not fall. God will help her at break of day. Nations crumble and kingdoms fall, he lifts his voice, the earth melts. [see His almighty power over the earth.] The Lord Almighty is with us, the God of Jacob is our fortress.

Selah.

Come and see the works of the Lord, the desolations he has brought on the earth. He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth. He breaks the bow and shatters the spear, he burns the shield with fire. [He is strong.] Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth. The Lord Almighty is with us, the God of Jacob is our fortress.

Selah.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

What am I DOING Here?

Don't worry...I'm not asking that question too often. But many of you have been!

Remember the organization I work for? As the International Volunteer Coordinator for Global Support Mission, it's become increasingly important for me to actually know and experience the work being done on the ground in Uganda before I send volunteers and teams to the area. When people ask you about the actual conditions of the squatty potty, you'd better be able to speak from personal experience!

I'm spending the next month in a tiny village in western Uganda called Kaihura. If you're about to Google Map it, it's near Kyenjojo and the larger town of Fort Portal. I'm working with GSM's inaugural affiliate, Bringing Hope to the Family. In addition to getting to know all the people and places associated with Bringing Hope to the Family, I will also be working with everyone here to continue to develop & improve our international volunteer program. I'm also spending quality time with my international coworkers, the Sassers. And eating a lot of chapati along the way :)

So stay tuned for some tails from the trail! Looking forward to blogging from across the pond once again.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Essentials

What does one pack as she prepares to embark towards her fifth African passport stamp?
  • Chacos (seriously...I don't pack any other shoes)
  • Osprey Aura 50 backpack
  • Nalgene with splashguard (wide mouth water bottle is easier to hand wash, hard [for me] to drink from without the splashguard)
  • Power strip (maybe not completely advisable, but allows for several American devices to be charging on one outlet)
  • Bible & journal (the real things; don't cop out and make these electronic)
  • Kindle (I'm as much a fan of real books as the next person, but this is a must-have when traveling)
  • Headlamp (hands-free vision, yes please!)
  • Tootsie Rolls (they don't melt in the hot African sun and are a little chocolatey taste of home)
  • Sleeping bag liner (keeps you warm on chilly flights, just the right amount of warmth & cleanliness when you're sleeping in beds with questionable sheets)
What are your must-have travel essentials?

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

This Week...

I am...
  • taking twice daily showers
  • eating a pint of ice cream a day
  • going to bed extra early so as to sleep extra long in my big fluffy bed
  • cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese
  • drinking ice water straight from the tap
  • devouring chocolate chocolate chocolate
  • wearing my shortest shorts and dresses
  • loving on all my friends & hogging hugs
...like it's nobody's business. 

Because in one week, I'll be back on the great continent of Africa!

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Mama, Papa & The Babes

Things have been very exciting here at Montrose lately! I wish this was the post in which I told you that we got a puppy, but alas, that day has not yet arrived. I am not a crazy cat lady and never will be. I have the potential of being a crazy single twentysomething dog lady. Thankfully, my anti-dog roommate has saved me from that. Instead, I have slowly and unexpectedly become...the crazy bird lady.

A few weeks ago, we found a brand new bird's nest at the top of one of our front porch columns. For days, we debated removing it and waited to see if a bird would return. Just as we were about to assume it was abandoned, we returned home to find a very pregnant robin standing watch over her new abode. 

As the days progressed, Mama Bird and I began to develop a relationship built on solid trust. She started out very skittish and did not like the fact that I would go in and out of the house frequently and spend hours sitting on the front porch. Sorry I'm NOT sorry, Mama - I loves me some front porch sittin'.

I learned from another blogger's posts about her robin's nest that robins lay one egg a day until they are finished laying all their eggs. One day, I stood on the rocking chair and reached up high with my iPhone to capture this picture:


Three eggs! The next day, I climbed up to discover this:


Four beautiful, robin's egg blue eggs. Crayola really had it right naming a crayon after these. Isn't that color stunning? She stopped at four and spent the next week or so keeping them warm and getting used to us being around on the front porch.

Sadly, when I climbed up a few days later, this was what I found:


Mama and I mourned that day. I don't know what happened to the egg. We never found it in the bushes around the area, and I don't think the stray neighborhood cat could have gotten up there...

Though I don't have any photos of him. Papa Bird often hangs around the yard watching Mama. He's never too far away and she will often leave the nest to say hi to him.

Three days ago, Mama was very active so while she was away from the nest for a while, I climbed up to snap this photo:


Two precious baby birds and one on its way!

In the end, these three ugly babes were resting in their nest with little flecks of leftover egg dotting their bare bodies.



Sometimes when I climb up and the shadow of my iPhone appears, they think I'm Mama coming to feed them and open up their oversized beaks for food. Interestingly enough, their eyes still aren't fully developed. See those black orbs beneath that beak? Those are their eyes. Weird, am I right?


For another perspective, here's Mama bringing back some yummy worms for The Babes. I snapped this while sitting in the rocking chair. I'm proud to say that Mama trusts me and doesn't even get mad anymore when I climb up to snap photos. 


Day 3, The Babes are growing quickly - more feathers and the start of eye slits. Both Mama and Papa are actively bringing food for The Babes - what good parents.


I don't know anything about bird birthing or raising, but I sure am proud of Mama and Papa and The Babes. Promise I won't be a crazy bird lady for much longer. Can I have a puppy now?

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Oh Hey, 24

Things I am doing this year that I didn't do on last year's birthday:

  • taking a hot shower
  • driving my car
  • eating ice cream
  • hugging friends
  • devouring a burger with cheese & bbq sauce
  • smiling. a lot.
Did I mention hugging friends? I think that's the best.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Darkness is a Harsh Term, Don't You Think?


It may be someone else's mediocre video, but this is Mumford and Sons singing "Roll Away Your Stone" at the Ryman Auditorium during one of their three shows in Nashville this week. We can talk about the best Ryman shows ever at a later time. But I want you to soak up this song and see how it unexpectedly brought me to that strange point where you're simultaneously wiping away the fast tears and dancing in the aisles.

Roll away your stone, I'll roll away mine
Together we can see what we can find
Don't leave me alone at this time
For I'm afraid of what I will discover inside.

'Cause you told me that I would find a hole
Within the fragile substance of my soul
And I have filled this void with things unreal
And all the while, my character, it steals.

But darkness is a harsh term, don't you think?
And yet it dominates the things I see.


It seems that all my bridges have been burned,
But you say that's exactly how this grace thing works.
It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive with the restart.

Well darkness is a harsh term, don't you think?
And yet it dominates the things I see.

And darkness is a harsh term, don't you think?
And yet it dominates the things I see.


Stars hide your fires, these here are my desires.
And I will give them up to you this time around.
And so I'll be found with my stake stuck in this ground
Marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul.

But you, you've gone too far this time
You have neither reason nor rhyme
With which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Kids Under Construction

(also the title of my favorite Children's Choir musical)

Please excuse the technological dust. Spring has sprung and it's time for a little blog makeover - in style as well as content.

How does it look so far? What would you like to see in terms of layout? What new content would you like to see in 2012?

As always, appreciate you; appreciate your feedback; appreciate your readership. Leave a comment below!

Friday, March 2, 2012

Homemade Snackity Snack

I was one of the few children who adamantly ordered the all-you-can-eat salad buffet at Ruby Tuesday's growing up. It wasn't because of some obscene love for salads or for the unlimited croutons, bacon bits, and shredded parmesan cheese. No. It was for the unadvertised vat of chocolate pudding at the end of the buffet. Why was there chocolate pudding at a salad buffet? I HAVE NO IDEA. But you could pile an entire plate full of chocolate pudding at the end of the night.

I also grew up on occasional Jello chocolate pudding cups. But those didn't have a huge impact on me. Other than undeniable glee.

A few weeks ago, I decided to treat myself to a six pack (of pudding cups). Guess what? Those things cost almost $4! A girl of my profession can't very well indulge in that on a weekly basis. I could make those powdered just-add-milk instant Jello pudding packs, but something makes me leery about eating that amalgamation of unknown ingredients on a daily basis as well.

Thus, the hunt for a decent homemade chocolate pudding recipe.

This one is easy peasy, quick, microwavable, and comes out at less than $1 per batch. I found it on a fun newly-discovered website called Budget Bytes. I also like to think it's really healthy because I use skim milk instead of...uhh...cream? And there's no gelatin.

Whatever. It's straight sugar and I love it.

The first time I made this, I ended up eating it all at once with a soup spoon while weeping in front of the Oscars. It's just such a moving show, guys. And Red Earth Trading Co's jewelry was worn (see #10) at it!

The second time, I quickly packaged it into itty bitty Gladware cups and have taken it to work for lunch every day this week. Yay self-control!

Beware: you will be tempted to eat this straight out of the microwave. And you will burn your tongue and be unable to taste the pudding later on once it's cooled. Resist temptation.

Quick Chocolate Pudding


Photo cred
Ingredients:
1/2 cup white sugar
1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
3 tbsp corn starch
2 cups milk
1 tsp vanilla extract

In a large microwave-safe bowl, combine the sugar, cocoa powder, and corn starch. Whisk to combine and remove any lumps. Whisk in the milk until everything is evenly mixed.

Microwave the mixture on high for three minutes. Remove the bowl and give it a good stir. Microwave for one and a half minutes more, then stir again. Continue to microwave at one and a half minute intervals until the pudding has thickened (about 3-4 cycles of cooking/stirring).

Stir in the vanilla extract. Either serve warm or refrigerate until chilled. Press plastic wrap over the surface of the pudding before refrigerating to prevent the formation of a thick skin.

Put into individual serving size cups, for the love of God.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Hello, Spring

Springtime is nipping at our heels and March looks as if it'll be coming in like a lion. Today, I woke up to 66 degrees, 84% humidity, and thunderstorms in February. Love that Tennessee weather.

I forgot how much I love spring. In the craziness of living life in Namibia's perpetual summer last year, I missed spring - literally and figuratively. I missed flowers blooming and trees budding. I missed thunderstorms and tornadoes. I missed love in the air and baby animals. I missed the fresh smell of new life.

If you're new to the blog, it's important for you to know how much I love seasons. I love seasons. Seasons of life, seasons of weather, seasons of development. Seasons are beautiful and biblical. I love that the Lord loves seasons.

Clearly, springtime is lovable. It's a time of rebirth, growth, and renewal. We are able to shed our heavy winter coats and shake off all the density of the old year. This is a beautiful thing.

So on today's "extra" day of the year, I'm celebrating by leaping in the wet grass, eating donuts, and watching the ominous clouds fly overhead. Oh...and I'm buying anti-allergen bedding today to ring in spring as well.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Best Hot Chocolate: Nashville Edition

Y'all! It's here! Extra extra read all about it!


That's right. After five years of meticulous studying and semi-secrecy, I'm going public with my Best Hot Chocolates of Nashville List.

As a non-coffee drinker and appreciator of chocolate, I have spent the last half a decade "researching" Nashville's best hot chocolate - also known as my excuse to become a coffeeshop connoisseur. It's not all about the cocoa; the coffeeshop itself matters, too. My experiences include everything from ordering on-the-go and late nights of studying, to Saturday afternoon reading and coffeedates with friends.

In light of your short attention spans, I'm going to give you two lists and Tweet-sized reviews of each coffeeshop (for you luddites out there, that means 140 characters or less).

Leave me a comment! What's your favorite place to grab some cocoa in Nashville?

Best Hot Chocolate:
Based on taste, warmth, appearance, and presentation.
  1. The Cocoa Tree
  2. Crema
  3. Fido/Hot & Cold/Bongo Java (Belmont & East)
  4. Dose
  5. Edgehill Cafe (Edgehill & Lenox Village)
  6. Ugly Mugs
  7. JJ's
  8. The Perch
  9. Portland Brew (12 South & East)
  10. Roast Inc.
  11. Sam & Zoe's
  12. Merridee's
  13. Cafe Coco
  14. Star Bagel
  15. Starbucks
  16. Drinkhaus
  17. Panera
  18. Krispy Kreme
  19. Frothy Monkey
  20. Fiddlecakes
Best Atmosphere:
Based on how much I want to sit & chat with a friend or bring a book & camp out there.
  1. Crema
  2. Bongo Java: Belmont
  3. Frothy Monkey
  4. Edgehill Cafe: Lenox Village
  5. Fido
  6. Edgehill Cafe: Edgehill
  7. Dose
  8. Portland Brew: East Nashville
  9. Ugly Mugs
  10. JJ's
  11. Starbucks
  12. The Perch
  13. The Cocoa Tree
  14. Bongo Java: East
  15. Merridee's
  16. Panera
  17. Cafe Coco
  18. Sam & Zoe's
  19. Star Bagel
  20. Roast Inc.
  21. Portland Brew: 12 South
  22. Krispy Kreme
  23. Hot & Cold
  24. Drinkhaus
  25. Fiddlecakes
Tweet-Sized Coffeeshop Reviews:

Bongo Java: Belmont - Belmont - 2007 Belmont Blvd - big sister of fido. located in old house. quiet nooks for reading. great "everyday" hot chocolate. best big shady porch in town!

Bongo Java: East - East Nashville - 107 South 11th St - original fido/bongo relative nestled in east nash five points. teeny tiny coffeeshop. great "everyday" hot chocolate like fido and bongo.

Cafe Coco - Vanderbilt - 210 Louise Ave - open 24 hours. delicious food. live music. great place to play board games or meet friends. hot chocolate is average. don't walk here alone.

The Cocoa Tree - Germantown - 1200 5th Ave N Ste 104 - top 10 best HC in america according to...everyone! homemade chocolate, homemade marshmallows & grahams. several varieties. so, so rich.

Crema - Downtown - 15 Hermitage Ave - delightfully smooth, rich hot chocolate served in big warm mugs. friendly baristas. cozy. porch. good for hipster & celebrity spotting.

Dose - Sylvan Park - 3431 Murphy Road - really, really good hot chocolate served in mugs. great woody decor and bright, open one-room shop with both booths and tables.

Drinkhaus - Germantown - 500 Madison St #103 - best non-alcoholic peppermint hot chocolate ever to hit my tummy. austere but sunny atmosphere. unfriendly staff. no background music!

Edgehill Cafe: Edgehill - Music Row - 1201 Villa Place - cool wood tables, big windows, great hatch show posters on walls. tasty syrupy hot chocolate. good place to work at.

Edgehill Cafe: Lenox Village - Lenox Village - 6900 Lenox Village Blvd - partnered with the rabbit room! sells great books & cds. friendly staff. delicious, syrupy hot chocolate. cozy fireplace atmosphere.

Fiddlecakes - 8th & Wedgewood - 2206 8th Ave South - no hot chocolate, yet calls itself a coffeeshop! have yet to eat anything tasty here. located in awesome house, but could do so much better.

Fido - Hillsboro Village - 1812 21st Ave South - classic nashville. big & often busy. full of friends. best "everyday" hot chocolate, offered with BOTH marshmallows and whipped cream.

Frothy Monkey - 12 South - 2509 12th Ave South - spacious, cozy, homey. a favorite of locals. terrible hot chocolate and other drinks. love to go here, but sometimes don't order anything.

Hot & Cold - Hillsboro Village - 1804 21st Ave S - part fido, las paletas, & jeni's ice cream. can get hot drinks (incl rich drinking chocolate!) & cold sweets dipped in choc. tiny tables.

JJ's - Midtown - 1912 Broadway - classic college study spot. music changes w time of day. HC served in tall glass w a cookie stick. choc syrupy taste. great market attached.

Krispy Kreme - Woodbine - 408 Thompson Lane - typical cocoa, but only place to get coffee in the early AM in woodbine. great paired w their seasonal pumpkin donuts. big, open atmosphere.

Merridee's - Franklin - 110 4th Ave S, Franklin, TN - extensive delicious baked goods, bfast, and lunch. classic hot chocolate. lovely busy small town feel! ample seating but can get very busy.

Panera - usually 21st or West End - decent cocoa, but i'd rather buy 3 large mac&cheese bowls. cocoa seems better paired with a pastry. good for doing work outside of lunch hr.

The Perch - Brentwood - 117 Franklin Road, Brentwood, TN - cocoa and crepes? PLEASE! cocoa is usual but seems even better paired with a sweet s'mores crepe. cozy, sunny place with tiny tables.

Portland Brew: 12 South - 12 South - 2605 12th Ave South - used to be cold and bare, but now boasts good syrupy hot chocolate, more seating, brighter atmosphere. great local neighborhood coffeeshop.

Portland Brew: East Nashville - East Nashville - 1921 Eastland Ave - same cocoa as 12S. great, two-story shop with spacious seating, board games, good lighting, light music. good alt to other ones in eastnash.

Roast Inc. - Crieve Hall - 4825 Trousdale Drive - great neighborhood locale. boasts in their tasty, specialty coffees. cocoa is good...and pumpkin cocoa in the fall! few seats.

Sam & Zoe's - Berry Hill - 525 Heather Place - great quirky exterior. typical syrupy hot chocolate. decent seating and has extensive food options.

Star Bagel - Sylvan Park - 4504 Murphy Road - cocoa is decent. even better paired with their fabulous bagels. seating inside and outside. good neighborhood place.

Starbucks - usually 21st Ave, West End, or Green Hills - cocoa is too rich & heavy for me to love. but tastes even better when bought on a giftcard. major celeb sightings at 21st and green hills.

Ugly Mugs - East Nashville - 1886 Eastland Ave - delicious cocoa with extra syrup. lots of seating. great place to hang out with trendy nashvillians and have occasional celeb sightings.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Nashville Nugget #15: The Pharmacy

Last week before the highly anticipated Vanderbilt v. Kentucky game, several of us ventured out to East Nashville to try the newly-opened Pharmacy. Located behind Holland House, The Pharmacy has become known for its good beer, tasty burgers, and old-timey feel. It boasts the unexpected mix of "burger parlor" and "beer garden" - and pulls it off surprisingly well.

Despite waiting over an hour and a half for our group of nine to be seated, we enjoyed their wide selection of drinks - from specialty beers to sodas and milkshakes - on their heated back porch while admiring their expansive lawn and picnic tables, sure to be great for happy hour in the summer.

Once seated at our table - in old church pews! - the service was friendly and fast. Making a menu decision was agonizing. Everything from their specialty burgers to their bratwurst and sandwiches sounded immensely delicious. Several of us ordered their famed Farm Burger - local beef, ham, bacon, maple mustard, and a fried egg. I ordered their Cheese Burger - cheddar, swiss, and muenster with garlic aioli. All burgers are served on fresh cushions of bread straight from Provence - heavenly.

Honest to goodness: this is one of the best burger places in Nashville.

I can't end this post without devoting a paragraph to The Pharmacy's sweet potato fries. Un.be.lie.va.ble. I'd go so far as to say these are the best sweet potato fries in town - thin, flavorful, not dried out, just the right amount of salt. Delectable.

The Pharmacy is located in East Nashville at 731 McFerrin. Go! 

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Why I Need a Significant Other

Oh readers, do not be dismayed. This is not going to be your typical angsty twentysomething's post about being single. Truth be told, singleness is lookin' good on me these days.

But the beginning of 2012 keeps poking me in the side.

See, almost daily I am tempted by announcements of new shows coming to Nashville. And my professional position doesn't exactly allow me to splurge even a little on shows. Don't even get me started about shows at the Ryman Auditorium (if I've said it once, I'll say it again - it's the best concert venue. Ever). Why can't they charge some kind of membership fee at the start of the year so that instead of paying >$32.50 for every show you see, you pay once for the venue and then pay just, like, $5 for future concerts?

I digress.

2012 has already been inundated with announcements of remarkable acts - and it's only February: Bela Fleck & the Flecktones...NEEDTOBREATHE (sorry for yelling at you)...Punch Brothers...James Taylor...Keith Urban's We're All For the Hall benefit concert...Alison Krauss & Union Station...the sold out Mumford & Sons shows...The Head and the Heart...Bluegrass Underground (it's in a cave, y'all)...Coldplay (Atlanta's close enough to count as local, right?). At least Rodney Atkins and Gloriana will be free post-marathon in April.

Some of these shows have made the precious cut as I reallocate my food budget and use it instead for concert tickets. Nonetheless, I find myself yearning for someone who would pay for me as their date.

Joking? Mostly. After all, this screams "first world problems." But seriously...

Monday, February 6, 2012

Mac&Cheese and Clydesdale Horses

I almost cried at Superbowl 2011 because I was far from home and unable to indulge in American foods and lazing on sofas and watching a big screen.

I almost cried at Superbowl 2012 when I discovered two things: Kraft mac&cheese was not in my belly and I hadn't seen a Budweiser clydesdale commercial.

That's because, for better or for worse, these two things are full of memories. When we were kids and got together with old family friends to watch the Superbowl, regardless of what the adults ate for dinner, mom would whip up a mega bowl of Kraft mac&cheese. I never saw a bowl that big the other 364 days of the year. But at the Superbowl party, I could eat as much as I want. And eat I did.

She also loved those annual clydesdale commercials. When I finally searched the internet this morning for a replay, I was disappointed. I had, in fact, seen this commercial last night, but had no idea it was THE Clydesdale commercial. That's because those precious horses and their faithful dalmatian companion were hardly even featured.

Boo to clydesdales of 2012, but enjoy this Sue McGee favorite from 2008:

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Element of Surprise

When I was in high school, I made a pact with my newfound best friend that we would both throw each other a surprise birthday party sometime in our lives. The idea of a surprise party made me giddy! The air of anticipation, the coming together of people who love you, the truth that friends care enough about you to think of the sneakiest and best way to surprise you...and then are good enough friends to keep the secret.

Let's face it: you have to be known real well for someone to pull off a surprise for you. They not only have to know what will surprise you, but they have to know what will delight you and how to craft the surprise just so.

Over the span of pre- and post- Advent season, two of my favorite bloggers, Russ Ramsey at the Rabbit Room and Ryan Brazile in Madagascar wrote on the very topic of surprise...and more importantly, of surprise as a unique Kingdom experience. You could continue reading this post, or just as easily read those two men's accounts and get the same effect.

Russ writes of the time he had the privilege of witnessing a surprise birthday celebration for a friend that was organized by this friend's wife. He goes on to talk about the story of the angels visiting the shepherds in the fields outside Bethlehem - where one angel delivers the message, followed by a multitude singing "Glory to God in the highest!":
"It was as if one angel had been chosen to bring the news of Jesus' coming to the shepherds, so the others said, 'Alright, but as soon as you spit it out, we're bursting in - because this is the greatest news ever!' It was as though they were waiting behind the celestial corner of heaven's door, and as soon as they were able they rushed in to celebrate what God was doing."
He goes on to say:
"One thing [the surprise party] awakened in me...is that in this life I am being led by the hand of God through the concert hall that is this world, and one day he will lead me to the stairs, and together we will ascend. God only knows what I will find there, but I'm certain my reaction will be something like, 'You got me. Wow. Look at all these faces of the people I love. Wow!"
Our God is a God who delights in surprises.

Ryan writes about why we love surprises so much. As he said,
"Perhaps it is the joy of thinking, 'You are about to be far happier than you realize."...'I was thinking about you and planning this party/gift/surprise when you weren't even aware. You were being loved behind the scenes the whole time, even when you thought everyone had forgotten your birthday/anniversary/you in general.'...Sometimes we surprise people people to give them something they would be too shy or timid to ask for because they never thought we would actually give it."
How true, right? But as I said, our God is a God who delights in surprises. For as Ryan points out,
Perhaps it is His joy in thinking, 'You are about to be far happier than you realize."...'I was thinking about you and planning this joy/grace/act of love when you weren't even aware. You were being loved behind the scenes all along, even when you doubted and thought I had forgotten your need/prayer/you in general.'...Sometimes He surprises us in order to give us something we would be too shy or timid or shortsighted to ask for because we never thought He would actually give it or even be able to give it."
I've been through seasons of surprise in my life - over friends, jobs, provisions, plans - and often shame myself for being surprised. Shouldn't I expect God to do great things? Why do I continue to be at such a loss for words?

It's because my God is a God of surprises. He knows me more deeply than anyone on earth and knows how to delight me.

That's why the Lord carefully plans my life, allowing me to only see small glimpses of His grace and glory as it unfolds. That is why He teaches me expectant patience in the waiting. He delights in my unexpected joy.

Here's to more and more days of surprises and glimpses of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Why I'm Wearing White

"A religious body's right to self-governance must include the ability to select, and to be selective about, those who will serve as the very 'embodiment of its message.'" - Supreme Court Justice Samuel Alito (9-0 opinion, Hosanna-Tabor v. EEOC)
Have you read this article yet?

Vanderbilt University has recently altered their non-discrimination policy in a way that disables the ability of student groups to choose their leaders based on principles of faith. While the University loves to boast in its diversity and lack of discrimination, in truth they are asking the entire body to conform to a homogenous set of values and rules that simply don't make sense across all student groups.

My own college experience and formative young adult years, and those of my dear friends, were deeply shaped by religious organizations at Vanderbilt: Reformed University Fellowship, CRU, the Baptist Collegiate Ministry, Beta Upsilon Chi, Vandy Catholic, InterVarsity, Navigators, and more. The beauty of these organizations' roles on campus is now in a perilous place.

I am proud to be a Commodore...most days. Today is not one of those days.

Please join me and many others across the nation in praying for our University's administration, leaders, staff, and students as they meet at an unprecedented Town Hall meeting tonight about the implementation of the new policies. Pray that the Lord may be glorified through the words and actions of the Body of Christ at Vanderbilt.

Today, I am wearing white to support my comrades at Vanderbilt. I am wearing white to display my convictions that religious organizations should be able to make decisions based on their religious beliefs. I am wearing white as a Commodore, as a Christian, and as a human. Join me.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Fly Away Home

The other night, thanks to cable TV, I rewatched the classic and underrated film "Fly Away Home." In case you forgot, this movie tells the true story of a girl who taught a motherless flock of geese how to fly south for the winter by leading them in a homemade airplane.

But that's not where the story begins.

Underscored by Mary Chapin Carpenter's impeccable "10,000 Miles," the story wordlessly begins with little Amy and her mother driving around New Zealand. They're exchanging laughs, watching the nightscapes pass by, and clearly enjoying a normal drive in the car together. And then the semi truck swerves, throwing their car off the road. The mother dies. Amy survives and goes to live with her estranged father in Canada, where she'll eventually become the surrogate mother of the flock of goslings.

Time after time, Amy and her father strive to come up with ways to teach the geese to fly south. Even if you haven't seen the movie before, you know they'll make it. Like most movies we love, this is a story of redemption. What strings us breathlessly along is not knowing if or when they'll hit trouble along the way.

We worry about Amy when the practice plane crashes with her in it in the field. We gasp when Igor the goose gets hit out of the sky. We fear that the law will catch up with them and the geese's wings will get clipped in the night. Our hearts race when the American military almost shoots Amy and the geese out of the sky. But we know they're going to make it. We know they're going to be okay in the end.

Isn't that our story, too? The Bible - the world's Great Story of redemption - has a "happy ending." The happiest, in fact. Yet throughout the Bible and our own lives, we continue to worry when the next ball will drop. Even though we know the ending.

I often catch myself full of fear or anxiety or breathless anticipation as life sits on the cusp of diverging down one road or the other. But like the movie, even though I don't know if Igor will die or if the plane will have enough fuel to get to the next stop, I know they're going to make it south and be more than alright.

I know the ending. Why do I continue to fear the middle so much?

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Volunteer Teachers in Namibia

Apologies up front for this being a lengthier-than-normal post. Bear with me.

I want to share with you a little insight into one of the many reasons I left Namibia, which was that my service was, in fact, hurting my community more than helping it. I'd like to give you a little context from my own experience, the writings of another volunteer teacher, and a favorite book of mine.

When I left my teaching site, another WorldTeach volunteer took my place for the remainder of the last two terms of school. It was a relief to know that my classes would not go untaught, but still left me feeling conflicted knowing that the school was no longer benefitting from volunteer teachers.

I have no doubt that the first few volunteers at my school (which we'll abbreviate PSSS for anonymity and brevity) were beneficial. It is, after all, a rural school with more learners than any given teacher should have to oversee in one class. And I'm sure that at some point it did not have many resources.

But today, after eons of a white ruling principal and over five years of white volunteer teachers since, PSSS is a school at which many Namibian teachers are eager to teach, despite it being "in the bush." It is one of the more reputable schools in the country. And it is very well resourced compared to most schools in the region, with internet (even wi-fi as of late), a full and well-organized library, many computers, what appears to be an unlimited supply of paper, two copy machines, some air conditioning, and some of the highest paid teachers in the region.

Needless to say, PSSS does not need volunteer teachers.

Read what the volunteer after me wrote about in her blog when she left the school at the end of last year (reprinted with permission):
I was summoned back to school for a department meeting where we discussed who would take over which classes in the 2012 school year. One teacher got a new job in Katima, so we were short one teacher, and then there was the issue of the volunteer. The Head of Department, who is very dedicated and an awesome guy, turned to me and indicated that I should just ‘pretend’ like I was the volunteer and to take whatever classes I thought they would want. I responded with an inquiry, “What volunteer?”
I told WorldTeach long ago, as did the volunteer before me and the one before her, that [PSSS] does not benefit from having a volunteer after five years of non-sustainable assistance by untrained teachers. They looked at me quizzically, “The one that will come when you go.” I replied, stone-faced, “WorldTeach is not sending another volunteer to [PSSS].” It is not sustainable to have a volunteer year-in and year-out, and they have had Peace Corps volunteers, JICA (Japanese Peace Corps, basically), and WorldTeach, back-to-back, for more than 5 years. [PSSS] is apathetic to volunteers’ needs and wants and therefore, despite the convenient location of Ohangwena, should not be given preference when it comes to new arrivals in my opinion. Like I said, the previous two volunteers said the same. Their response shocked me:
“Why not?”
“Well, you didn’t request one, and all of the placements have been made, and there isn’t one assigned to 
[PSSS]; I checked weeks ago.”
“Of course we would have requested one; that doesn’t make any sense, we request one every year.”
“Well, no one did this year, and now it’s too late.”
“We will call Monday and request.”
“Well, alright, but it’s too late, really, they already did the assignments for next year and they have been placed at other schools. There aren’t any more.”
“We will just order more.”
“What do you mean?”
“There are always people wanting to volunteer; we will just order another one.”
To think that they honestly believe that they can simply “order more” volunteers – not unlike a textbook – without even having to request them on time makes me nauseous. I have told them numerous times that we pay for the experience, that we want to teach and to come to Namibia and to learn about a new culture and to be challenged. For some reason they still think that we simply have nothing else to do. They feel entitled to a volunteer and do not realize what we sacrifice to be a part of their community. Not that we are martyrs – I don’t mean that at all, since we do want to do it and have a desire to change ourselves and our communities through our work – but we do re-wire our brains for the duration of our stay here that we are here to help others and ultimately do what we are told. We often work harder than our colleagues with no thanks. Simply put, Namibian teachers do not understand the ‘volunteer spirit’ or why we come here, because they would never have the opportunity to do such a thing and likely even if they did, they wouldn’t, because they typically don’t travel and don’t see the value in it.
I wish I could say I was shocked when I read her post. But frankly, it didn't surprise me. I sighed and moved on.

The issue with development work is that we all should be striving to work ourselves out of our jobs. After all, "the entire goal of development work is for the local people to take charge of their individual lives and community" (p112)

It appears that PSSS is suffering immensely from years and years of unintentional paternalism. Intentional or unintentional, it's destructive. And it's time for them to get on their own feet and take charge of their lives, their systems, and their community.
Avoid paternalism. Do not do things for people that they can do for themselves. (p116)
There are two kinds of paternalism that affect PSSS: labor paternalism and managerial paternalism. The former is present when we do work for people who can do that work themselves. As I said before, I played a key role in labor paternalism at my school. I hate that.

Managerial paternalism occurs when we plan, manage, and direct things when locals could be doing that themselves. When Helping Hurts laid out several reasons why locals allow managerial paternalism; they fit my experience in Namibia so well that I unintentionally wrote "NAM" next to every single one.
- They [locals] do not need to take charge because they know that we [outsiders] will take charge if they wait long enough.
- They lack the confidence to take charge, particularly when the 'superior,' middle-to-upper-class North Americans are involved.
- They, like we, have internalized the messages of centuries of colonialism, slavery, and racism: Caucasians run things and everyone else follows [an exceptionally tender issue since apartheid was only just abolished 22 years ago]
- They know that by letting us run the show it is more likely that we will birng in money and other material resources to give to them. (p119)
Woof. Makes you want to vomit, right? There are so many ways that we can cause harm.

Needless to say, I'm grateful that PSSS finally has the opportunity to step out on its own. I'm excited for them to have an all-local Language Department. I'm glad that they're finally responding to the Ministry's kick in the pants to hire a local. I'm eager for them to learn that they can not only exist, but succeed without a white teacher at their school. They fear that the only possible outcome in this "sink or swim" situation is sinking, but I know they'll do the latter.

My, how much we all have left to learn.

Friday, January 27, 2012

The Fantastic Flying Books of Morris Lessmore

The complete version of Moonbot Studios' The Fantastic Flying Books of Morris Lessmore is up on Vimeo these days. This piece has been nominated for best animated short film in the 2012 Oscars. It's an endearing, speechless anecdote about the magic, mystery, and tenderness of our beloved books...and reminds me of the sweet eight wordless minutes in "Up" when the story of Carl & Ellie's life together unfolds.

Besides, who doesn't want to be oh so in-the-know as you're watching the Oscars and be able to say you've actually seen one of the nominated short films?

Thursday, January 26, 2012

A Little More on Education in Namibia

Hope you're not tired of reading tidbits about Namibia. Despite my personal struggles there, my heart is still very much connected to the country and I feel the full gamut of emotions when it comes to discussions of education policy in Namibia.

Check out these two articles: University of Namibia rejects thousands of applicants (from the local national newspaper, The Namibian) and Namibia's language policy is "poisoning" children (from The Guardian).

What a pivotal time this is for the Ministry of Education as they strive to hone and perfect their policies for the betterment of the entire country. Join me in prayer for the leaders and teachers...and especially the young minds whose lives are so affected by these decisions.

Monday, January 16, 2012

January Book List

"When my friend Jim Wallis was a seminary student at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School outside of Chicago, he and some of his classmates did a little experiment. They went through all sixty-six books of the Bible and underlined every passage and verse that dealt with poverty, wealth, justice, and oppression. Then one of Jim's fellow students took a pair or scissors and physically cut every one of those verses out of the Bible. The result was a volume in tatters that barely held together...So central were these themes to Scripture that the resulting Bible was in shambles...Jim's Bible was literally full of holes. Hole (n.) - a hollowed place in something solid" 
-The Hole in Our Gospel by Richard Stearns
The VanderNerd in me has been utterly giddy lately. Having just finished reading When Helping Hurts  by Steve Corbett & Brian Fikkert with four dear friends, we've just ordered our next book: Generous Justice by Tim Keller. I also have at least four books on my nightstand that I'm paging through and several tabs open on my browser with case studies, theses, and articles on the topic. I simply can't get enough of others' commentary on the fields of missions, volunteerism, globalization, and international development.

How neat is it that my work and personal interests are the SAME? What a gift.

I wanted to share a list of things I'm checking out right now (some thanks to my brand spankin' new Nashville Library Card!):


What are you reading? Any books or favorites that I'm missing from my list?

Thursday, January 12, 2012

To NOT Be Known

Remember how important it seems to be known?

I've started noticing this new phenomena of NOT being known. I'm sure some of you can identify.

This weekend, I found myself in a room of brand new people, only a few of which had ever laid eyes on me before. We began the ritual dance of getting-to-know you questions and casual laughs displaying our friendliness. It was nice.

But as we sat around playing board games, I realized all the things these people did NOT know me for. They didn't know me as "that Vanderbilt grad." They didn't know me as "that girl who lived in Namibia." They didn't know me as "the Chicagoan" or "the music major" or "the girl with only one parent." And even after answering their questions, I was still only known as "the girl who works at the nonprofit."

How do I identify myself? (good question for 2012, right?) In my About Me section, I describe myself as a twentysomething...Christian...musician...traveler...optimist...and more. Others have pegged me by my alma mater, my neighborhood, my career, or my friends. Even growing up, I was known in some way - as a kid from Henking/Hoffman, as someone who went to GCC, as Sue McGee's daughter.

As we venture out into unchartered waters and travel around the States and world as adults, we are increasingly NOT known, and the things by which we've been identified all our lives suddenly become obsolete.

How do we continue to introduce ourselves to people who do not know us? How do I want to be peripherally known as an adult?

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

To Be Known

A week ago while catching up with old grads, one of our friends who has done his fair share of travelling and living, and has recently decided to spend time back in the States, said something profound in his search for "what's next":
"It's not a question of knowing people; it's a question of being known."
How important it is for us to be known, and how challenging it is for us when we are not known. I've watched friends struggle with it since graduation - you move to a new place and don't know a soul, but even after six months, when you've hopefully at least established friends to say hi to and maybe even hang out with, you still are not deeply known. I've watched myself fall into the same unknownness in Namibia. It usually takes a long time to get to the point of being known. Rarely is it something that happens at a fast pace, and when it does, what a surprise and gift it is. "I feel like we've known each other forever."

We are loved by a God who knows us. And He surrounds us with people who know us and who we can know. People who anticipate how we will react to new situations; people who know when to write a card or buy us a cup of coffee because it's been a hard week; people who know how to pray for us when we don't even have the words. What a treasure these true friends are.

How important it is to surround ourselves by people who know us, especially coming off of a sad season, an extended time away, or an hard trial. It's easy for many of us to get to know people, but hard to plant yourself in a place where you are known.

Monday, January 9, 2012

The Year of Anticipated Stability

Guess what? I don't really know what stability feels like anymore. Despite growing up in the same friendly suburb - and essentially the same house - for the first 18 years of life, the last six have brought nothing but change, change, change. Moving to and from home & college for four years; packing up for a month in Africa; changing majors and lifeplans; moving in and out of dorms and storage units in Nashville; graduating; moving home; moving back to Nashville; two internships; moving to Namibia; moving back to Nashville; working full-time. It's enough to give me whiplash just thinking about it!

As I was having coffee (at a great new coffeeshop!) with a friend last week, we were talking New Years and resolutions and what this year may bring. In that moment, I realized that this is the first time that I get to look forward on a year of relative stability. I'm not planning on leaving Nashville, leaving my job, moving homes, getting married, or having a baby. Surely, any one of these things has the potential to change. But it's the first time in many years that I'm not anticipating change or planning on picking up my life and spinning it around.

Let's all breathe a huge sigh of relief and expectation.

So in addition to aforementioned resolutions, 2012 is looking to be a year of stability. Which may bring me as much trouble as saying "it can't be worse than 2011." But I'll take my chances.

Glory be.