Next month, really. I swear.
Some things, when you’re here, are just obligatory to write about. Someone told me once that white women blog about marriage proposals all the…
Read MoreSome things, when you’re here, are just obligatory to write about. Someone told me once that white women blog about marriage proposals all the…
Read MoreSometimes, business decisions here don’t make a lot of sense. There are lots of examples I hear from people who work in big business,…
Read MoreIn Rwanda, I find myself thinking anew about something which has preoccupied me for the last several years: meaning things. I phrase it to…
Read MoreThere are two wonderful people who make our ridiculous lives here possible: Mathilde, and Saidi. Mathilde is a big, beautiful woman whose smile you…
Read MoreI was having a meal with a Rwandan friend earlier today, and in the process learned that “Dufugurua” means both “We am eating a…
Read MoreI have been keeping track, for no explicable reason, of the number of places outside of the States where I hear a song that…
Read MoreEarly in my adult life, I became a serial dater of places. I had a long, happy love affair with Boston, but we plateaued….
Read MoreIn an afternoon worthy of his epithet, the Great Dane made a goat. Well, two goats. “Two perfect goats,” as he could be heard…
Read MoreEarlier 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 MoreLast night, shots and shells fell near the same city that brought me such needed reprieve only a week ago. The FNL lashed out…
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