Lindsay, Bordeaux, France There are multiple ways to say “to lose one’s temper” : to crack, to blow up, to freak out, to fly off the handle, to lose it, to lose your shit… but I’ve always thought the best was “to snap.” It conjures up an image, for me, personally, of a ruler. An old-timey wooden ruler (because let’s face it, most of them are … Continue reading Losing our shit – literally and figuratively.
Kirsten, Addis Abbaba, Ethiopia The Unknown The Road Not Taken I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. I always enjoyed this poem by Robert Frost for its meaning but also its structure. I think the organization … Continue reading When you realize you don’t know anything