Idaho today. Gone tomorrow.
Eventually I’ll transition off of WordPress entirely, but not tonight. I’m hoping that all of you will follow me over. So far I’m pretty pleased with its functionality and the way it looks.
My next adventure: thirty days in the Writers in Residence Program at St. Gertrude’s! I’m looking so forward to it. I’m not Catholic, I am
I came to Uganda the mother of one child and left a mother to many and Mama to Denis. I wasn’t expecting to have children at my age. I wasn’t expecting to have sons and daughters who look nothing like me, who are Ugandans, but I do. They chose me and I chose them. They call me Mama though I can’t take credit for the fine men and women they already are. No matter. These will all do big things in the future, things I hope to have a little hand in.
In many regions of Uganda, greeting visitors with singing and dancing is sign of welcome and respect. Returning the greeting in kind is good form.
So why do we do what we do? I do what I do because I am a product of my past, just as Cedric, Dr. Margaret, Elly, Denis, and others are. You likely do what you do because of your past, as well. Why do you do what you do? And if you don’t do, why not?
In a country with such needs, such poverty and despair, for those inclined to compassionate service, Uganda can be overwhelming. Where do we start and
Dispatches From Out West 