If you have any appreciation for the oddest bits of history or at least find fart jokes funny, I am SO happy you’re here because what I’m about to type is going to blow. Your. Mind. You must be warned that there’s going to be some groundbreaking stuff here but it’s not exactly dinner table material and let’s just be adults about all of this. We are gathered here today to talk about poo. Yes. It’s a long story but…
It’s Sunday. I just rode my bike across the city to a favorite coffee spot, which I’ve taken to calling “Lizy Daycare.” I don’t have any pressing work today and I’ve been awfully neglectful of the blog the past few, well, years, so here I type. The Reader’s Digest version of my life at present: Upon completion of my work at the resettlement agency on May 1st, I flew out to the Republic of Georgia for a highly anticipated excursion…