Not sure how you found my little corner of the internet, but regardless, thanks for stopping by.

If you haven't already gathered from the posts you've read, I'm an Occupational Therapist, working in a 120-bed (with another thirty-or-so mattresses on the floor) village-based SIM hospital on the south-side of the Sahara desert.

When I arrived in Galmi in February 2011, the therapy department was a small, white-walled empty office and carpenter who made crutches that couldn't be adjusted without a wrench, a saw and a drill.  We've come a long way since then . . . mostly thanks to generous donations of bubbles and side-walk-chalk, a little creativity and a whole lot of laughter.

Avec deux mains is French for 'with two hands' . . . cause we've got to use what we've been given.  And as a follower of Jesus, there's no turning back.  This blog is an account of what I've chosen to do with my 'two hands' . . . despite a general lack of 'fine-motor-skills' and a tendency toward 'butterfinger'-type screw ups.

I wouldn't trade my life.  I love what I do and Whom I do it for; now am learning to love where I do it.