My Smarter-Than-Me-Phone.

It was free. And free was the only way that I would have taken it, really. I cancelled my cell phone plan last summer right before I flew back to Dakar, effectively rendering both my old phone number and my antique pink phone entirely useless. [Really. The Smithsonian called … [Read more...]

Fragments of My Imagination

There are just twenty-four days left in Dakar. My frazzled nerves and scattered mind have made it impossible to tell you just one cohesive story. Brace yourselves. It started with the laundry. I did laundry in the bathtub yesterday, and the murky, rather sinister charcoal color … [Read more...]

Help Me, Emily Post!

Early on in Dakar, I made it clear to my Senegalese friends that no subject was off limits. An innocent victim of cultural ignorance and sheer naiveté, I hadn’t the foggiest idea that over the next two years, I would spend countless hours fielding invasive, intensely personal … [Read more...]

Of Two Shaved Legs and One Right Mind.

This morning began as a “take-my-coffee-into-the-shower-with-me” kind of morning. You think I’m joking, but I am so. completely. serious. It’s how my sleepy Sunday mornings tend to begin in Senegal-and there’s a method to my madness. You see, our work weeks in Dakar are … [Read more...]

The Dangers of the Chocolate Swamp.

The daily grind in Dakar is something akin to a life-sized game of Candy Land. Your outlook can change on a dime-one minute you’re strolling down Gumdrop Lane, and before you can say “Lord Licorice”, you suddenly find yourself flailing around in the Chocolate Swamp while the four … [Read more...]

Live From [Dakar], It’s [Friday] Night!

Both the bowl of sunset-orange mango slices sitting next to my laptop and the Friday call to prayer echoing through my apartment would suggest that I am finally back in Senegal. :) In some ways, it feels like I was never really gone. Dakar is just as I left it. The glaring lack … [Read more...]