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.
When You Come to My Village, You Should Sing and Dance
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.
Taking Pearls of Wisdom Home from Uganda
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
Kitteredde: Getting Things Done
“They pray a lot in this country but nothing ever gets done.” Overheard (and purposely unatttributed) in Entebbe Someone once asked me what I’d like
Why I Support Conservation Easements
A rancher’s daughter and former county supervisor (commissioner), I used to be among those suspicious of conservation easements. Not anymore. I love people, agriculture, and
Tough Like a Pansy
The pansies outside the Embassy Suites in Lexington were toast Tuesday afternoon. At least I thought they were. Planted a week ago, said the gal