For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved aerial photos. Any chance I get, I hike mountainsides, climb towers and ride elevators to the…
Gambian greetings are obnoxious. There is absolutely no other way to describe the lengthy tradition that I still find completely nonsensical. However, greeting is a…
My brother, Ebrima: All your friends are like 12 years old. Me: No they’re not. Ebrima: Oh, really? Me: Some are 10. Ebrima: (erupting in…
It was dinnertime and I was starving. But the rain was coming down in sheets with no sign of stopping and I wasn’t thrilled about…
After TEN long months of making my neighbor cry every day, it all suddenly stopped on the day the family’s tenth baby was born. Lucky Number 10, deh!
Today, I celebrate my first year of Peace Corps service. While it certainly has been a bumpy ride, it is one I will never forget….
A harmony of prayers echo around me as I reflect on these first few days of Ramadan. While I myself am not a Muslim, nor religious at all, it is beautiful. It is as if the chorus of voices sing the Arabic phrases — the only melody the usually-bustling village will hear until the moon is full again. Impromptu dance parties, wedding ceremonies and even naming babies are all on hold for the month devoted to prayer and worship.
