Where I’ve been

I have on several occasions tried (started and stopped more than once) to figure out what sort of things to write here. Here in this blog which looks altogether the same. In this world which looks altogether different to me since a month ago. I think I’ve been...

Smalltown girl in the big city

Renee is one in a million. The kind of girl who never really wants anything for her birthday, except a surprise. And it doesn’t matter much what secret gift is bestowed, only that it is planned in advance. Because all she really wants is to be remembered, and...

Reporting from the mothership

We’re officially New Yorkers now, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. We were in the state a mere ten minutes when I got a speeding ticket. I was rocketing along at a reckless 32 MPH as the officer explained it to me. I think the Jersey tags on our borrowed car...

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...

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...