These are the posts filed under "Africa".
When I say I’m ready to come home, I am saying that I miss my boys, yes. I’m saying I
There’s an uncomfortable reality that I’ve had to get used to, coming to Uganda. By way of explanation: Here, I’m
“He’s REALLY late,” she says to me, and I can hear my voice in hers. “Can you call him again?”
When I met the woman on the plane who said that she runs an NGO in Uganda with a “more
I go back to Uganda every night. I dream of a girl I met in an orphanage. I see the
How can I tell you about this trip? How can I tell you about Africa? I could start with Saturday.
I came back to Uganda to find all of its lessons waiting for me. Last year in the red dust
In Uganda, there is need everywhere. If you grasp at all the situations in front of you, you’ll quickly be
Benjamin never spent time in an orphanage, so maybe I didn’t know. Benja is my son now and I know
Do you know what freedom feels like? It feels like stepping so far outside yourself that you forget. It feels
Sifting through the broken pieces and holding them up to the Light.
Monday, 12 December 2011
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
Thursday, 4 February 2010
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Friday, 11 August 2017
Monday, 31 July 2017
Wednesday, 17 May 2017
Tuesday, 15 March 2016
Monday, 23 July 2012
Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Monday, 9 April 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012