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The melody of my alarm clock sounded far too early for my liking. I rolled out of bed, pulled on brightly colored leggings and a patterned kurta, my usual attire in India, and Kathryn and I set out from our apartment onto the already muggy streets. After struggling to find a taxi that would take … Continue reading »

Plans always change. Situations arise, reality is different than it was explained to be, and complications push themselves into scheduled activities. There will always be bumps along the way. In India, quite literally, a bump in the road proved a significant surprise. I had been visiting a DREAM training center about four hours journey out … Continue reading »

My name is Monet Eleri Gonnerman. My first name is French (even though I am not!), my middle name is Welsh (after my mom’s first cousin), and my last name is German (somewhere generations ago). I have never met anyone with any of these three names (outside of my family), teachers always mispronounce them, and … Continue reading »