“There I was, poised on the edge of the high diving board of life, and the pool kept moving around.” — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“For the rest of my life, Zanzibar will be the Swahili word for rain. The rain would drizzle, spit, mist, downpour, shower,… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Slowly, all the days became Saturdays, full of more sunlight than I could remember seeing in a long time.” — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“I like the idea that when I die, I will have a long sit-down chat with God and get answers to all… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“People dream. They talk about escaping from it all. Their friends and family diligently listen and politely ignore it when the ruminations… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“While National Geographic magazine had given me a taste of the world, the three-dimensional details of this moment - the tickle of… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“I was 8,569 miles away, 37 butt-numbing hours of travel across seven time zones in the last two days, or was it… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Toilet paper was either bleached white or unbleached gray, yet there were more than a dozen kinds of ketchup and about 30… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“When we saw a destitute-looking man trying to sell worn flip-flops, I vowed never to complain about a job again. When I… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“I finally decided to adopt guidelines rather than set a budget. If it could be done at home, skip it. If I had done… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“There I was, poised on the edge of the high diving board of life, and the pool kept moving around.” — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“What I did not realize was that I also hoped to have an epiphany, to discover a cause to devote my life to, a… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Writing [my journal] was the only way I could keep track of the last experience before a new one came along and erased the… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“For the rest of my life, Zanzibar will be the Swahili word for rain. The rain would drizzle, spit, mist, downpour, shower, torrent, gust,… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Slowly, all the days became Saturdays, full of more sunlight than I could remember seeing in a long time.” — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“I like the idea that when I die, I will have a long sit-down chat with God and get answers to all my questions.… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“People dream. They talk about escaping from it all. Their friends and family diligently listen and politely ignore it when the ruminations fade into… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“While National Geographic magazine had given me a taste of the world, the three-dimensional details of this moment - the tickle of the rain… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“I was 8,569 miles away, 37 butt-numbing hours of travel across seven time zones in the last two days, or was it three? Amelia… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Toilet paper was either bleached white or unbleached gray, yet there were more than a dozen kinds of ketchup and about 30 brands of… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“In a tree-shaded pasture, seventeen adult tortoises randomly stood around. As I fed them spinach leaves sold by an opportune vendor, they tolerated my… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
