I still vividly recall the days leading up to my move to Africa. There was a fire in me—an insatiable curiosity about the continent's history,…
ExpatiseOctober 24, 2019
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Wednesday, 11 June 1997, I left NYC and flew to Washington, DC, for Stage (training in French). While at the airport I called my two sister-friends, Sheila and Juliette, to say goodbye. Both made a last-ditch effort to talk me out of leaving the police force to go so far away to Africa. I told them that I prayed about this decision, and moving to Africa felt right in my soul and, being an NYC police officer was not a long-term career for me. I wished them well and ended the conversation with, “I love you guys. Stay safe!”
During the application process, I did a lot of research about peace corps to ensure this was the journey I wanted to take at this…
ExpatiseNovember 11, 2019
“Always be a first-rate version of yourself instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.” ~ July Garland My Peace Corps Journey begins.... June 11,…
ExpatiseSeptember 19, 2019
In 1996, one Christmas Day, I was working, and the precinct was quiet, I read a Black Enterprise magazine, and there was an article about…
ExpatiseSeptember 18, 2019
