A short, short, short story
A friend has a link on her blog to another interesting blog–this all sounds so incestuous–called Six Sentences. Just what it sounds: Stories, about…
Read MoreA friend has a link on her blog to another interesting blog–this all sounds so incestuous–called Six Sentences. Just what it sounds: Stories, about…
Read MoreI still have lots to say about Monday evening, when I went to Butare to see how the students at the National University commemorated…
Read MoreMan, do I wish this story had been mine: Delaware recycles subway cars by dropping them in the ocean and letting fish take them…
Read MoreHere’s a little intermission from my genocide memorial posts, which you can anticipate more of this week… For the record, I realize that with…
Read MoreOne other image from the memorial today in Gisozi sticks with me: a coffin, left alone in one of the museum rooms. I could…
Read MoreToday is the 14th anniversary of the genocide. I’m used to genocide anniversaries. I spent 8 years organizing Holocaust memorials in my home town…
Read MoreNo one is home, which frees me up even more than a nice beer might. I can do absolutely anything I want, a sentence…
Read MoreThe most ubiquitous characters in my daily strolls in Kigali are the veritable army that sells airtime. They wander the streets in yellow vests,…
Read MoreSo, my friends, my intention was to begin my blog with a couple of posts a day about the Sierra Leone experience. Then, segue…
Read More20-21 March 2008, en route It took two days to drive from Freetown, on the western coast of Africa, to Kailahun, in the extreme…
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