Uganda
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Friday, 23 Apr 2010 | Views [334] | Comments [1]
There are mice that live between the walls, and when we sleep, they crawl out of their mouse holes, leave teeth marks in our bread, nibble on the soap, scratch away at the window sills. If you stay up late, you might hear them scamper or see their ... Read more >
Monday, 8 Mar 2010 | Views [365]
I have come home. Home shifts as every new experience unfolds before me. The word once hung so simply in my mind, its image undeniable: A four bedroom house on Eagle Crest Road. The fire place always burned warm as Dad led Thursday ... Read more >
Monday, 2 Nov 2009 | Views [571] | Comments [4]
Aunt Janie died today. Heart breaks open. The news known and unknown. Heard and unheard. Her spirit passed into… What? Into heaven. Into the clouds, the sun, the rainbow over the South Sister. Where did such a fiery and spunky ... Read more >
Sunday, 25 Oct 2009 | Views [297] | Comments [1]
Never tell someone they have a dirty glass of water. Instead, hold up your clean glass and let them see for themselves. We raised our glasses in cheers. My beloved friends from home, two girls who had spent the last month kickin’ it in Kenya, ventured ... Read more >
Sunday, 11 Oct 2009 | Views [413] | Comments [3]
She approaches the car window, marking no more than halfway up the glass pane. Dirty hands with palms upward beg. Her face is soft seeming, her eyes big and brown, they scream child. It is a piercing scream. It penetrates through the glass, ... Read more >
Friday, 9 Oct 2009 | Views [334]
It is becoming real life. And then not, again… “We have to pay them for the food. You have to get the money.” I begin to walk up the dirt road, past the children playing, barefoot and giggling. I step over the puddle. The road is bumpy ... Read more >
Saturday, 26 Sep 2009 | Views [522] | Comments [4]
In Nepali there is no word for hello. Instead, they asked what you were doing. Sometimes, when out walking, I would reply “Gumnus .” This translates as to roam . It does not mean to walk or to wander. It means to roam. I always ... Read more >
Monday, 14 Sep 2009 | Views [557] | Comments [7]
I arrived how many days ago? Perhaps 7 or 9, 30 or 10... Each day bleeds with the one to precede it. Instead I mark time with lessons learned. Day 1: Uganda in the flesh Day 2: Food 101, matoke, beans and rice, Fanta if its extra hot Day 3: Old taxi ... Read more >
