I barely wrote a word last week. Part of it was, I was exhausted. Exhausted in body, exhausted in soul. I had thought that I could land back in America and just hit my...
I've been back in North America for about 48 hours now, and I'm still adjusting, physically and emotionally. My body is tired, of course. So is my heart: I only had a day with...
We were talking, some of us on the learning tour, about why the children that we've met in Uganda have had such an effect on us. I said - as I have so very...
Kampala, ailment | Uganda / April 2012
(I am here, generic learning.)
(Here is something I have learned. It was not a lesson that I expected, troche and is all the more precious...
This guy. This guy just embodies all that is wonderful and disconcertingly beautiful about the children here, in Kampala. He is all round cheeks and soft skin and tiny chubby hands and a pout...
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...
So, this week.
1.) We went to Coney Island. We've been before - Brighton Beach is a lovely place to spend a windy Sunday - but this time, the kiddy rides were open. Heaven hath...