Looking back it's hard to see how the fire started. It's hard to tell when exactly the bug was transmitted to the second carrier, or who even concocted the idea in the first place. Hudson bought the book that started it all on a whim. Like the res...
Friends
staph infection in foot a really lame injury
I woke up to the sound of sniffling. The wall-sized windows next to Austin's bed were still dark, which is normally a signal to roll back over and go back to sleep; so, in my tired stupor, I was conflicted. Do I allow my soft quilt and the darknes...
from homeless to family member
I was showering last night, naked, when I heard banging on the bathroom door. It was not the normal rap or tap one might hear while in the shower. It was the kind of banging that makes one stop in his tracks and say, "yeah?", worried there's somet...
greg mix
I caught him red-handed during snack time. It happens every night around 10pm; Greg raids the cabinets for handfuls of salty snacks, and then tilts his head back and pours them in his mouth. Greg loves trail mix, but he's recently become a trail m...
It’s always sunny in Pensacola
"I wish I had friends like that," is what most people have said lately. As I blogged a couple weeks ago, Austin and I are in a transition period. While we spent almost five days apart last week and Austin now has his own phone, there is still not ...
the cutest gin and tonic of my life
Austin and I are connected at the hip. We share everything at the moment: a volvo station wagon, a bank account, a bed, a macbook, and an iPhone (Ryan Hatcher had to take a picture of both of us on his phone because he couldn't handle the surprise...
there’s no place like home
I was walking around among my kinsman, blending in, and I happened to notice a slight difference between me and the other Nicaraguans: their skin is quite dark, and mine is more of an in-doorsy hue. Well, I thought to myself, maybe the power of th...
in july drinkin horchata
"So, entonces," Keila said reduntantly, "for the next hour we only speak Spanish." Austin and I agreed. Keila and Austin continued to chat as we walked downtown in Tegucigalpa, the myriads of fresco colors slowly blending together beside us. "Jon,...
Jalaca orphanage media
Austin’s home away from home
We walked a long time to get there. The tricked out school bus, complete with rims, speakers blasting that constant Latin beat, and a "propiedad de cristo" sticker traversing the tinted windshield, brought us as far as it could. We walked the leng...
