a journal entry: 24 sept 2008

It took a few months to really settle into my mud hut and make it a home. In Zambia, most people have their house and chikuta, the kitchen, separately. I had a house, a chikuta (about 20 yards from my house), a pit latrine and a shower area (about 5 yards from my house). When … Continue reading a journal entry: 24 sept 2008

a journal entry: 31 aug 2008

When I was a Peace Corps Volunteer, I served in Southern Province, Zambia. This usually doesn't mean much when you tell someone where you served. BUT, if I told you it's where Victoria Falls is, then you might have an idea of where I was. And if you can't locate it on a map, you have probably … Continue reading a journal entry: 31 aug 2008

Every Evening in Siambele

As the day’s hot unforgiving sun fades into the maize fields on the horizon in Siambele Village, a cool respite takes over the farm and I walk into the chikuta. The mud bricks in the worn and well-used kitchen are blackened from years of open wood fires that have been keeping 18 people fed, washed … Continue reading Every Evening in Siambele

a journal entry: 3 Aug 2008

10 years ago, I was in Peace Corps in Zambia. I was living in a mud hut, no electricity, no running water, and having an amazing, challenging life changing experience. Since it's been 10 years, I decided to randomly peek into my journals and share with you what I wrote at the time. Raw, unedited, … Continue reading a journal entry: 3 Aug 2008

He should be 5 years old

Joy was 6 months old when we first met. He was absolutely beautiful, and interestingly enough, was one of the few babies who didn't burst into tears when seeing me. He had the most beautifully big eyes and when he looked at you, he wasn't just looking at you, he was studying you, staring into … Continue reading He should be 5 years old

It’s Almost Here!

Another trip into the world of malaria. And today, finally, just 8 days before I reach a malarial area, I'm back on the anti-malarial medication. I've been awful at remembering that I should go and buy it. I would remember in the morning and forget by the time I was done with work at the … Continue reading It’s Almost Here!

My Friend Ralph S. Mouse

When I was kid, I thought it would be incredible to have a mouse as a friend. Of course this was after I read the books about Ralph S. Mouse. Having adventures together while riding a toy motorcycle wearing a ping-pong ball helmet. What's not to love? I'm here to tell you, it's not fun … Continue reading My Friend Ralph S. Mouse

Black Water Fever: My good story to tell

When I lived in India I quit taking my malaria prophylaxis. We had it good. Everything would get sprayed once a week and I slept in my mosquito net every night. Wait. I take that back. Sometimes on the really hot nights I would flip the net off of the bed because I thought somehow … Continue reading Black Water Fever: My good story to tell