Burkina Faso is a small, unheard of country in the heart of West Africa and it is a place where I feel nothing but at home. Just a few months ago I had the opportunity to go back after 5 years with my husband on a short missions trip. It’s amazing how a week will impact your life, read the storeis of Mariam, the girl with a tumor bigger than her face, of Apo the handicapped boy living in a chicken coop and Claudine and Suzanne, my sponsored children of 10 years!
A few weeks ago I had the incredible opportunity to join over 25 amazing California wedding vendors to put on the event of a lifetime at the Moniker Warehouse in San Diego that was hosted by The Big Fake Wedding and sponsored by Brides Magazine and OPI. The Big Fake Wedding℠ is a bridal show alternative […]
Yay!!! You’re engaged—you had an epic proposal and ended up with the most stunning ring you could imagine and you’re anxious for a lifetime of wedded bliss. And now the fun starts: venues are being booked, dates are circled on the calendar, and everyone is asking the never-ending questions that come with planning a wedding; “When is your wedding?” “Where […]
3 conversations in the bars of Thailand forever changed me. 3 heart wrenching stories of real girls and boys who are trapped altered my view of sex-trafficking. I want to share their stories with you, may they impact you as they did me. Be sure to check out my previous post from the bars here. Tak In […]
I fell in love with this place, the rickety old shacks, the filthy streets, the laughter of children outside the gate, the endless karaoke. The Philippines is where I come alive. I was first introduced to this soul mate of mine a few years ago on a trip called The World Race. It was the […]
<Warning–there are graphic images in this blog> I’ve never seen anything like it. I stood crippled by disgust and awe. Seconds ago I was strolling the beach, watching as the sun set beautiful yellows over the endless ocean and just like that I am standing on a road swarming with lust, loneliness and sex. Girls to my right practically […]
We sat, crammed in the back of the Jeepnee, a truck-like form of public transportation. Our heads grazing the roof of the vehicle bouncing along as we inhaled exhaust. We had no idea where we were or how long the drive would take to and it was nearly impossible to see out of the windows […]
Today I was supposed to be sitting side-by-sweaty-side with a Burkinabe woman, admiring the living colors of Africa that adorned her dress. I was supposed to be worshipping one hand raised to the Lord, the other occupied with 3 little dark skinned hands, fingers grasping for my attention. I was supposed to be dancing through […]