Goat Love
In an afternoon worthy of his epithet, the Great Dane made a goat. Well, two goats. “Two perfect goats,” as he could be heard…
Read MoreAfrican Great Lakes
There are only so many ways to say something
Earlier this week, I went through recording after recording from Sierra Leone–interviews with forced wives, and with women who suffered every denigrating crime even…
Read MoreMurphy’s law meets Occum’s razor
For whatever reason, the cultural differences in dating practices have been coming up in many of my conversations recently. Today, it was Kenya. “So…
Read MoreWhat do white people know about exotic plants, anyway?
That stuff in the garden I thought was bamboo? It’s sugar cane. This is just the latest in a long, long list of things…
Read MoreStamp your passport at my gate
Fifty percent of my current household is European. European men, to be exact. (Actually, with the exception of me, everyone who lives here at…
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 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…
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