What if the first lesson for girls about their bodies wasn’t modesty but contentment? What if, as the mother of two girls, I passed on lessons of loving the skin these girls are in? For International Girls Day, I want to honor the stories of our scars. I mean our physical, visible scars but all MORE »
I never thought of myself as a superhero before. I didn’t wake up in the morning and go through my closet and wonder if I should put on my superhero spandex and leotard. I just pulled on jeans. I wonder if Superman or Wonder Woman thought of themselves as superheroes. Did they look in the MORE »
I never expected to see “speedo” on a school supply list but there it was. My son’s teacher handed him the list of school supplies and after three days of scouring Djibouti’s stores, I was still missing items. Transparent folders. Over-size green notebooks. Porte-de-vues: folders with plastic sheets for slipping homework into. In the heat and humidity, MORE »
There are several reasons why I think you should care about where your coffee comes from. From the coffee hills of Burundi, here are some of the most important…
I have this photo of my mother and my daughter touching the tusks of a fake elephant outside the Nakumatt grocery store in the Westgate shopping mall in Nairobi, Kenya. Yesterday I saw a photo online of that same elephant only there was blood splattered across the floor and a body lying where my daughter MORE »
In August, 2013 Julia and Ena Hewitt, white South Africans, moved with their two daughters Julia (4) and Jessica (2) into Mamelodi, a black township. They spent one month living in a 100-square-foot shack without electricity, using the communal water tap and a pit toilet. The family was featured in a recent New York Times MORE »
I grew up with carpet between my toes and deep winters as my backdrop, and my children are growing up with bare feet on hot gravel and the equatorial sun imprinted on their hearts and bare backs. The things they see as children I never knew about when I was their age. Machine gun toting soldiers, hippos growling noisily in the lake, hot melons bought off the street corner, the Muslim call to prayer in our ears at 4:45am.
In 2003 my twins were 3 years old and the world was filled with good guys and bad guys. We lived in northern Somalia, where my husband was a professor of Physics and English. One day, after a series of targeted assassinations of westerners, we were forced to flee. With thirty minutes to pack we MORE »
Remember that big, 120-crayon sized box of Crayola crayons? The one with the sharpener on the back and colors like Tickle Me Pink and Macaroni and Cheese? I remember it too. I remember staring with envy while other students slowly pulled a crayon out, checked the perfectly pointed tip, sharpened it again just because they MORE »
What if all our African escapades make them feel disconnected and rootless? What if they aren’t capable of connecting with a home culture? It’s a real thing people, Wiki says so! It’s called Cultural Jet Lag.
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