Escape. Alone. Death.

The other day I watched out my window as a few friends of mine took off down the road in their golf cart. I had no idea they were going to the burial… Continue reading

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Life on Utila – Doc Rail

Last night I went out to see the sunset and grab a beer with friends. We settled down just before sunset at SkidRow, a local restaurant/bar. We pulled two tables together and each… Continue reading

Normalcy. Unhappy. Risk.

Have you ever felt like you were on the edge of a cliff and you couldn’t see what was below you? Not literally, but the felling of it. You have butterflies in your… Continue reading

Grief. Vulnerability. Reality.

(This is an excerpt from January 18, 2012 taken from my journal.) Grief. It can come at any moment. You can see a picture or hear a song that reminds you of a… Continue reading

Water. Lunch. Photo. School.

  I had a very successful time back in the States and it’s been very exciting to return back to this beautiful island of Utila, Honduras. While I was back in the States,… Continue reading

1900lbs of learning

There were so many purposes for me going back to the States for a few months and collecting books for the first ever library at Centro Educacion Basica Republica de Honduras on the… Continue reading

Road trip for books

Last week was over-the-top! Why? 1 – Boxing up 1000+ books and shipping them to Utila for the first ever library of the public school, Centro Educacion Basica Republica de Honduras! 2 –… Continue reading

Books, books, books: from kids in Idaho to kids in Utila, Honduras!

Here are 800+ books ready to be boxed up and shipped to the public school of Utila, Honduras. I have a friend that I haven’t seen in almost 20 years, who is a… Continue reading

Baby Savanna Grace Allen

There is little more precious than a newborn baby. Savanna Grace Allen was born to my good friends, Sean and Rona Allen last Thursday. Her older brother and 3 sisters absolutely love her… Continue reading

Oddities and specialties of Utila

My usual mode of transportation is a bike but last week I decided to walk since  it’s easier to capture life, with a camera in hand, on foot.  Here are some oddities of… Continue reading

New uniforms. Smiling faces. Joy. Joy. Joy.

Last Thursday and Friday we  delivered brand new uniforms to some of the children of Centro Educación Básica República de Honduras. Hopefully it was the first of many “deliveries” we make to the… Continue reading

Glimpse into the underwater world

For the first time in many, many sleeps I submerged myself into the underwater world last weekend. It was a beautiful, hot afternoon and my roomy and I decided to put everything else… Continue reading

Some things never get old

There are probably a trillion+ images of sunrises and sunsets floating around on the internet, in scrapbooks, in bins, in photo albums, or even in your back pocket. I never get tired of… Continue reading

Abandoned drug plane. Add it to Utila’s airplane boneyard.

There are many beautiful aspects of living here on the island of Utila. Many people think it would be absolute paradise to live on an island in the Caribbean. Before you get lost… Continue reading

28 shirts. 39 pants. 29 skirts. 27 boys shoes. 24 girls shoes.

At the beginning of the week we heard of a scheduled power outage for the entire island  from 6am-4pm on Wednesday (3.14.12) and that just happened to be the day we planned on… Continue reading

One life at a time.

As I have spent time in parts of this beautiful island where there are many people in extreme poverty, I have to balance the feeling of being overwhelmed with knowing that I can… Continue reading

Hunting for children

Today was like no other day I have ever lived. We were hunting for children. With notebook, pen, camera and a heart full of love, we set out to go door to door… Continue reading

$200 in 60 minutes

Can you think of a time where you spent $200 on something? Do you remember what it was? Do you still have it? Did you take pictures of it? Was it for yourself,… Continue reading

No uniform. No education.

I am not sure why the Honduran public school system has this particular rule, but if the children do not come in uniform to school they are not allowed in. Many families have… Continue reading

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