Why I love mangoes too much
I do. I love them too much, which is also a favorite English locution, both here and in Sierra Leone, for saying “a lot”…
Read MoreAnd next in the long list of Things That Won’t Help
You’ll forgive the cynicism, I’m sure–or maybe not, which is also legitimate–but here is a quick highlight of things in my inbox: Writers in…
Read MoreA 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 MoreI’d like to change the topic, please
I still have lots to say about Monday evening, when I went to Butare to see how the students at the National University commemorated…
Read MoreRenegade recycling
Man, do I wish this story had been mine: Delaware recycles subway cars by dropping them in the ocean and letting fish take them…
Read MoreMissing signals that aren’t even cultural
Here’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 MoreThe lonely coffin
One other image from the memorial today in Gisozi sticks with me: a coffin, left alone in one of the museum rooms. I could…
Read MoreGenocide memorial day
Today 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 MoreTake this, American Idol
No one is home, which frees me up even more than a nice beer might. I can do absolutely anything I want, a sentence…
Read MoreGetting to ‘goodbye’
The most ubiquitous characters in my daily strolls in Kigali are the veritable army that sells airtime. They wander the streets in yellow vests,…
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