I woke up early, around six, but the whole street was already astir. There were old women squatting down to peel bamboo or to wash clothes outside. Neighbors were already calling to each other from their doorstep. There was no privacy; one’s porch was adjacent to another and we lived on top of each other. I left the already packed… Read More
Sir Renaissance and I met in New York City and it was love it first sight. Nah, just kidding. We must have moved there at a very close interval, he from Bristol and I from Paris (ironically). We met at church, which I suppose to be a step up from the pubs where I would meet my other love interests…. Read More
I’m lying on the bottom of a canoe. The vast sky remains constant, but the clouds don’t fly by as quickly as I know I’m going. I can just see the longer branches of the trees hanging low over the river, brushing the periphery of my vision as I go past them. I’m swept up in the current. On the… Read More
This is a mall in Dubai, teeming with life (and fish) where Sir Renaissance is for three weeks. I miss him. Today I finished working on the memorial book of the Message mom who died. (Message is the anglo-mother community in Paris and we reunite through a website and various activities). She died in November from placenta acretia, leaving behind… Read More
Last night Petit Prince had the croup and it was a dirty night (literal translation from the french). Our first experience with the croup was the night before we moved to France when we were thankfully staying at Betsy and Nerses’s place. At three in the morning Young Lady barked herself awake, and Betsy, who had loads of croup experience… Read More
When we returned to Hargeisa after being in Djibouti for three months and Kenya for four, we learned that chubby little Kadra had died. She was the baby we thought would make it. She was doing so well, and due to the language barrier, we weren’t even able to learn the cause of her death. Another little creature, whose name… Read More
