Yá’át’ééh!
Yá’át’ééh means “hello” in Navajo. It’s hard to explain why I took the risk of moving across the country, to this unknown place, leaving behind everything and everyone I knew in Buffalo, NY, to live and work with complete strangers,…
Yá’át’ééh means “hello” in Navajo. It’s hard to explain why I took the risk of moving across the country, to this unknown place, leaving behind everything and everyone I knew in Buffalo, NY, to live and work with complete strangers,…
Reflecting on my service in Mercy Volunteer Corps takes me down two paths: the first is that I feel I can trace a direct line of the person I’ve become to that year; the second is that I don’t know…
If you know me, you know that basketball is a huge part of my life. If you know me, you know its not because I play (because we all know that I am the un-athletic Rieker), but that it’s a…
A year of service. Eleven months, seven students, four new roommates, one Native American reservation, zero familiar faces, and thousands of miles away from home - that’s what I signed up for. I signed up for the unknown, the unfamiliar,…
It’s odd to think that in a timespan of just more than three months, I’ve been able to settle into a place almost 2,000 miles away from home and feel as if the town is where my home has really always been.…