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...
When I was in high school, I had a black canvas bag that I adorned with pins. Pins with slogans, pins with the names of bands - The Smiths, The Clash, The The -...
Sure, you complain about Mondays. That doesn't mean that you don't get that there are bigger problems in the world, some of which have nothing to do with your lack of sleep and the...
You know that you've exposed your children to too much social media when your six year old produces an infographic explaining the relative measure of her happiness to her access to popsicles.
The correlation co-efficient...
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, generic but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where...
Here is something that you may not know about me, unless you've met me in person, in which case it is very possibly the first think that you think of when you see me:...
