the house is still quiet this morning, its early, even the dog is still asleep. she is curled up around my cobalt-blue gum boots. (the ones that i wear in the garden and were purchased in wobolunzi-town. the ones i intend to take back to the usa in a few months as a functional reminder.) … Continue reading the basil is wilting
happy (late) solstice! which i suppose also means "happy summer!" to kick off this summer season i've been working out erratically. a few weeks ago when in kampala i visited the fitness centre at the "mzungu mall" (garden city) and had a stellar work out involving a kick-butt treadmill workout where i ran 2 miles … Continue reading c25k catch-up post
yesterday morning our secretary at the diocese asked me to help him out: he needed a memo written for the d.s. that very day. he wasn't feeling well and needed to go home and rest rather than mess with turning on the computer, writing the memo and printing it. "gosh." you're probably saying to yourself..."that … Continue reading dear kinkos, i miss you
the smell of dried fish is a pungent and undeniable land-mark-- hold your breath, keep walking straight and you might find fruit. unripe and stringy mangos, a small pineapple, face-pinching-sour yellow passion fruits. but today there is no fruit, tonight i will dream of pink lady apples and white peaches.
over ripe matooke spills out into the street smelling sweet and fermented, as mama turns around to take stock of her screaming child,wailing for fear of the back-firing boda-- for fear of the pale and unfamiliar face for fear of all of the unknowns in the world that tend to make children wail.