travel

On A Jet Plane

April 1, 2012

7am, Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam. The lines of jetstream in the sky seem to make a checkerboard. Or a hexagon. Or the giant apocalyptic throwing stars of rebel angels. Or something. You see all sorts of things when you’ve been awake for 24 hours. (From here, I fly to Kampala, Uganda. I’ve been traveling for about 10 hours now – 12 hours? Am losing track – and still have about ten to go. But, adventure. Adventure.)

(I’m headed to Uganda with CARE International, on a learning tour. I’m joining government and private sector representatives in meeting women – and men, and children – who are using Care-funded programs in the areas of maternal health and micro-finance and action against gender-based violence. I expect my heart and mind to fill up very, very quickly.)

 

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We Don’t Need Another Hero, And Certainly Not One Who Cries All The Time

September 17, 2010

Here’s my worry about going to Africa to see the Born HIV Free project in action: that I’m going to start crying the moment that I arrive, and just not stop. And that I am then going to feel guilty about crying, and that I’ll then cry about that. I fly to Lesotho on Saturday. [...]

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Hello, America, How Are You?

July 16, 2010

Let me just get this out of the way: being detained and interrogated by the United States Department of Homeland Security because said Department doesn’t find it ‘convincing’ that ‘mom blogging’ could be a ‘business’ (skeptical finger quotes courtesy United States Department of Homeland Security) that warrants travel to conferences is, no question, nothing compared [...]

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That Place In The Sun

December 2, 2009

I’ve seen a lot of the world. I’ve traveled across Canada, and the continental U.S., and parts of Mexico, and most of Western Europe. I lived in Spain for two years. I’ve taken the train from Barcelona to Brindisi and a boat to Greece and  had a misadventure on a Greek island. I’ve canoed up [...]

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