Signs? I wonder.
A shooting star? That’s a first for me. I shouldn’t be surprised though. It follows a deluge of rainbows, a trend of natural signs, pointing to … well, I’m not sure yet.
A shooting star? That’s a first for me. I shouldn’t be surprised though. It follows a deluge of rainbows, a trend of natural signs, pointing to … well, I’m not sure yet.
I sat in the middle of a thorn-bush enclosed livestock corral on the side of a mountain, flicking flies out of my Samburu chai with a twig, thinking, “Is this really my life?”
Nairobi has chocolate chips and Corn Flakes and Snickers. Surely, somewhere in this blessed town, there is a horseradish.
Of course, this Chinese New Year ushers out the Year of the Sheep and welcomes in the Year of the Monkey. Of course it does.
I unplugged this year. I’ve had a hard time plugging back in. Until now, thanks to help from Amanda Palmer and feral cats.
The revolution of the Earth around the sun is the perfect lesson of how it should be / So if I can, I’ll learn / to journey and return / […]
Insomnia is a delightful souvenir I never expected to bring back from Kenya. It visited me again last week. As I wrestled with gritty eyes and a bad attitude at […]
This is about self-denial and sacrifice. This is about death and life. This is about not playing it safe or, quite simply, risk. As I write this, Ebola has stuck […]
They call him “Baba.” Every morning, he takes the arm of a young boy, and walks the dusty path from his village to a rambling house. The gate creaks as […]
If I danced, I would break into a soft-shoe routine, a la “Singin’ in the Rain.” Or maybe I’d just wail away on a vuvuzela. I’ve raised more than $10,000! […]