Sarah Hartman

Cebu, Philippines When we first start out, all I can hear is the roar of the engine and all I can feel is the torrent of warm air rushing...

Guanajuato, Mexico I wake up to a cool, damp morning. The pattering rain upon the tin roof from the night before has not yet been scared...

Dakar, Senegal Dust. The first thing I remember, and the thing that encapsulates it all, is the dust. Or, little bits of sand really. It...

Delaware, USA I want to be like water. It always has a purpose. It always has somewhere to go, something to be a part of. Gushing along,...