Beautiful, dark-skinned, tiny in stature but mighty in every other way; Diana has a story so complicated to understand that I was forced to resort..
The girl is tall and lanky like a basketball player though I don’t think she has ever been inclined toward athletics. Linette looms large over..
Little W says she’s 13. I doubt it. She’s so imp-like. It’s hard to believe that a person can be on this planet for 13..
Who is related to whom, and how they are related, in Uganda from an outsider’s perspective, can boggle the mind. The English language has yet to..
Confronting Traumatic Pasts A firestorm raged in my head. After two months in Uganda, listening to horrific accounts of neglect, abandonment, witchcraft, abuse, poverty, and..
Until I stood in front of twenty girls jonesing to learn to knit; three writhing, squalling babies; and three three-year-olds with more hands than the Hindu..
This morning, as I made my way gingerly down the stairs like I do— African stairs are of no conformity I can discern, although I..
My first day back in Rehab’s Corner was quite an experience. Once disengaged from Esther’s heartfelt greetings, Stacy and I attempted to make some order..