Month: November 2012

  • The month of November

    It’s time for me to be writing again, Sorry all for the delay, it’s been a little while since I had a chance to sit down and type up what’s going on in my life… well type up is a bit of a misnomer, since it’s more like extended texting. Anyway, where did we leave…

  • Idle writing

    Somedays, you just write. It’s an honest sentiment. Sometimes days come along and inspire an internal turmoil and call to expression that drive you to madly tap out these wonderful little symbols and turn thoughts, emotions, and the intangible inner workings of our minds and hearts into words. Words clump together and link to form…

  • Leaving Malawi: the Adventure home

    It was with heavy heart and anxious thoughts that we lay down to sleep on our last night in Ruarwe. We knew that our vacation was coming to an end, and that despite a serious fuel shortage, tomorrow we’d be on the road home. A dangerous, uncomfortable and brutally long series of interchanges that could…

  • Mayoka Lodge and Scuba diving in Lake Malawi.

    Now that you’ve heard a little about the rigors of our transport adventure, I want to share with you our experiences once we reached our first destination, Mayoka Lodge on Nkhata bay. We’d arrived exhausted and battered at Big Blue Star backpackers the night before, and although captivated by the lake, we were unfortunately not…

  • A complicated matter: Issues of Race

    Race. Ouch. Well, at least it’s out there. I’ve been putting this post off for a long time – about 9 months. It’s time to step into a dark, painful, and very frustrating corner – all typed on the touch screen of an IPhone. Here goes. In Zambia I’m generally greeted in public with one…

  • A Halloween to Remember

    Ladies and gentlemen, friends and admirers! This Halloween was a special day. That’s an excited introduction I know, but with good reason. On this, the 31st day of October 2012, I had the distinct pleasure and honor to welcome U.S. Ambassador to Zambia Mr. Mark C. Storella to my village. Better yet, I was privileged…