Of Rice and Ben. [Ben’s Birthday Weekend.]

Cash's poker face. I'm convinced that I would have won the game had I only remembered to wear my sunglasses! Getting our silly string war faces on...           … [Continue reading]

In Which I Attempted To Master the Fine Art of Toaster Oven Cake [Cake Fail.]

I am an excellent cook.  It’s true. Sometimes you just have to call a spade a spade, and I know my way around a kitchen. This is due largely to the fact that all of the women in my family are fantastic cooks-and I grew up spending vast amounts of … [Continue reading]

There Is a Deeper Magic…

“If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the deep magic differently. That when a willing victim who has committed no treachery, is killed in a traitor's stead, the stone table will crack, and even death itself … [Continue reading]

The God-shaped Vacuum [Faith is a Romance.]

 One of the fascinating things about life as an American in Africa, is that I have the unique opportunity to define the finer points of American culture for my students. For instance: as of November 26, 2009, there are approximately fifteen … [Continue reading]

Of Dirty Laundry and Dead Pigeons. [Errands.]

Living in a third world country means that the simplest of things that used to take three and a half minutes are guaranteed to run you no less than three and a half hours. Errands that used to take me no time at all in Chapel Hill have evolved into … [Continue reading]

Out to Lunch

As the days march on in Senegal, I find myself looking at things a lot differently than I did during my first several weeks in Dakar. I remember stepping off of the airplane into what felt like a giant vat of pea soup (read: Dakar is hotter than … [Continue reading]