Remembering

I cannot remember the last time we were stateside for Memorial Day. I never forget the day, even as it passes completely unnoticed in Kenya. I married my pretty wife over this weekend thirteen years ago. She told me I should never forget our anniversary since it was...

Ever wonder why

Mom and I sat together in the waiting room, leaning toward each-other in whispers, both of us a little sad. We did a lot of waiting on Thursday at Sloan Kettering. Dad had a full day at the cancer center in New York – his home away from home. There’s been some...

Newsletter – April 2009

Dear friends, Hoping this letter finds you well. We are, somewhat unexpectedly, in the United States right now. In case you didn’t already know that, this letter should fill you in on some of the “why and where, and what next?” Our family arrived in...

Wheels

Imagine a sleek car, cornering a patch of asphalt in some place more beautiful than where you live. It glistens as your perspective pans and tilts with fluid motions, virtually caressing the vehicle through its circuit. The driver grips the leather bound steering...
Crossing the GW

Crossing the GW

This is what they call reverse-culture shock. Take a bush pilot from the barren expanse of southern Sudan and drive him into New York City. I pressed my face against a cold window in my uncle’s mini-van. Stretching my eyes upward, I watched the massive girders...