How is it my heart still beats red? Whispering me back. Settled into ancient passion, yes. But, the place my skin crawled with life is haunting me.
It started innocently enough. We packed multiple cans of bug spray, knowing Murchison had been the downfall of many in the dance with malaria. No-one told us we might need a fire extinguisher, or better yet a helicopter. Murchison Falls is in the north of Uganda, bordering the Congo. A wonderful game drive with camping... Continue Reading →
What some girls have for shoes, I have for rugs. Old, dusty, antique floor coverings make my heart pitter-patter like an untrained little lemur. This is why any rug dealer can see me coming a mile away and why, when we moved to Uganda without any of our stuff (which 3 years later is still... Continue Reading →
Right now, as so many people in the world sit watching the royal wedding, riots have broken out in Kampala. As a couple is being made, a city is falling apart. My thoughts and prayers are turning to the people there. May the Ugandan voices be heard. *update: 2 people lost their lives, many more... Continue Reading →
I am asked all the time what it was like to live in Africa. Not a day goes by that I don't ache to one day live there again, explore it again, perhaps the west, or south, which surprises me, as life was not easy and I was happy to go when the time came.... Continue Reading →