“So…you’re white too?” “Yeah…” “Huh. Me too.” “Yeah…”
I went to an international food fair at the U.S. ambassador’s residence today. I didn’t meet the ambassador,and I stupidly did not take advantage…
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A short, short, short story
A friend has a link on her blog to another interesting blog–this all sounds so incestuous–called Six Sentences. Just what it sounds: Stories, about…
Read MoreThe lonely coffin
One other image from the memorial today in Gisozi sticks with me: a coffin, left alone in one of the museum rooms. I could…
Read MoreGenocide memorial day
Today is the 14th anniversary of the genocide. I’m used to genocide anniversaries. I spent 8 years organizing Holocaust memorials in my home town…
Read MoreRoad rage, or, why not to live with a doctor
Two days ago, I wrote a post like this, but it was all wild and triumphant. It was a love note to motos, and…
Read MoreTo learn how to party, come to Kigali
3 kegs of Mutzig, a DJ with speakers that throbbed like a dance club, and a goat on a spit. That’s right. A goat…
Read MoreYou know you’ve hit the next peg of development when…
There’s a rush hour. That’s right, Kigali has a full-fledged rush hour. It took ten minutes to get from the hilltop to the traffic…
Read MoreShort is the new tall
Coffee, that is. That’s right, people. There’s a Starbucks-like coffee shop in Kigali. Only here, a tall is a medium. Even for those of…
Read MoreKigali by night
It’s 8:30 p.m. on my second day in Kigali, and I’m walking, alone (note to readers, particularly mothers of anyone: This is into as…
Read MoreForget the malaria, the dengue, the yellow fever…
Let me tell you what will really kill you in Africa. I arrived in Kigali in the late morning on Thursday, utterly beaten by…
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