Health volunteers in The Gambia often paint murals in their communities to help teach various concepts, like good nutrition or proper hand washing. After painting the…
Every morning, I walk out to my back patio and look up at the mangoes dangling in the tree and am barely able to contain my excitement. You don’t know happiness until you bite into a perfectly-ripe mango, its hot juices dripping down to your elbows and staining your clothes.
I would that you can still recall the title of your favorite bedtime story, the one you begged your parents to read you night after night. Or maybe it’s storytime when you sat in a circle with your classmates that you remember best. Perhaps you have a memory of checking out a book with your first library card or staying up all night to finish a novel that was too good to put down. Reading is a big part of growing up for nearly every child in America. But in The Gambia, that is just not the case
Photo gallery: Students at Sibanor Lower Basic School compete in the long and high jump events in their annual Interhouse sports contest.
I never thought being called “fat” would be the thing to bring a smile to my face. But “fat” has a whole new ring to…
Anyway, my sisters gathered round, tossing out ideas for names while the boys tried to wrestle the dogs out from between the bricks and my fence. The girls settled on “Leo,” the heartthrob in our favorite TV show, a Mexican telenovela. I took one look at my siblings and another look in those puppy dog eyes and agreed. We’d keep him.
