Of Jazz and Jesus. [And Becoming Captivated by Both.]

"I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes. After that I liked jazz … [Continue reading]

Honk If You’re…Still Alive. [In Which I Nearly Died.]

I used to think that not having any traffic laws would be fantastic. That brilliant gem of an idea dates back to my freshman and sophomore years of college, during which I dearly loved to barrel down back country roads coaxing speeds of no less 95 … [Continue reading]

Of Racism and the Gospel. [Red and Yellow, Black and White.]

Hady came over last week for help on an English essay about racism. Her opening sentence was as follows: “There are four races of people in the world: the blacks, the whites, the reds and the yellows.” Explaining the mildly politically incorrect … [Continue reading]

On Coming Home. [In Which I Wax Nostalgic.]

I will be landing at RDU at approximately 5:20 PM on Monday, June 28th!! There is something about the idea of coming home that absolutely thrills me. I love what I do in Senegal, but I have dearly missed every little piece of home. I have a sneaking … [Continue reading]

Out of Africa. [In Which I Turned 23.]

Yesterday, I almost forgot that I live in Africa. I walked downstairs [read: from my rooftop apartment to the men’s apartment directly below] to enough rainbow colored balloons and streamers to make Liberace shudder. It felt for all the world like I … [Continue reading]

Of Beyonce and Jesus. [My Unbirthday.]

Beyonce and Jesus were both central figures at my birthday party yesterday.  It felt rather narcissistic to throw myself an early birthday party, but birthdays are a HUGE deal for women in Senegal, and so mine provided the perfect excuse to throw … [Continue reading]