Here's to Palestine. Who smiles and shakes my hand every morning he walks into the office. Who sings Arabic love songs and speaks her...

How many times have I, throughout my year here in Palestine, said goodbye? Probably hundreds. Every day to those I worked with. "Bye!",...

I want to tell you about a wonderful man here in Palestine, without whom my year would not be the same. He is a taxi driver. "Iham" has...

Wrapped in a brand new Palestinian scarf from my amazing host family, I shuffled into a pew in Christmas Lutheran's sanctuary in...

I have two small stories to share from the past couple days. Yalla. This weekend I rode the bus into Jerusalem with two of my...

It's 10am on a Thursday, and the majority of my day thus far was spent atop an olive tree. Students in branches beside me had rewarded my...

As I get into the swing of things, there's much I feel like a blog post can't do justice. The ever-strengthening relationships I have...

I'm to the point where I know JUST enough Arabic so sometimes taxi drivers, shopkeepers, or host relatives I meet ask me "btitki Arabi?"...

A lot has happened in the last week! Saturday marked the end of our formal in-country orientation and move-in day to our official living...

I chose to do YAGM because I have no idea what the next step of my life looks like. I am passionate about many things (children, nature,...