Life is a journey, not a destination. Monday, September 29, 2014. This weekend we went exploring up north, while Robert and Matthew went to a Taokwondo training camp. We left before dawn, and came home when it was dark, so it was a long day trip. The younger kids and I went to the Jelly Belly Factory.

Monday, March 28, 2011. Today I bought a few bracelets and a necklace that were on sale by a few student groups in our cafeteria. They are sold as a part of Bead for Life. And are made by women in Uganda. The proceeds are sent back to these women to help them receive education, health treatments, vocational training, etc. It helps them create a sustainable way to overcome poverty by providing a form of income instead of just sporadic aid. On top of this, the jewelry is quite well-made and gorgeous! Yeste.

A vida é tipo matemática, se tá fácil, tá errado. Já aconteceu de eu quase chorar por ter tropeçado na rua, por uma coisa à-toa. É que, dependendo da dor que você traz dentro, dá mesmo vontade de aproveitar a ocasião para sentar no fio da calçada e chorar como se tivéssemos sofrido uma fratura exposta. Mas de alguma forma, quando eu te conheci, eu sabia que seria você.

Saturday, April 18, 2015. One unpleasant and unfortunate memory seems like crawling back up to the surface. It frightens me more than anything. I wish it stays where it once had been. Wednesday, April 15, 2015. Try to have fun in the meantime. Tuesday, March 31, 2015. No sane people call it easy. Monday, March 30, 2015. How could an old man with gagged eyes. Crashed her entirely hope? One single lines broke it. There she was, sitting, pretending.