Friday is quickly coming to a close. it’s 545pm and the sun has pretty much set. my stomach tells me it’s time for dinner. then i will probably indulge in a bit of socializing and an early bedtime. ending the week was actually harder than i thought…
John gave me a big […]

Waning

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i squish the neon orange plugs and twist them in my ears until the sound of my heartbeat drowns out the howling dogs. thump-thump. thump-thump. i can no longer hear the night guard’s radio. no more laugher and voices from the girls down the hall and downstairs. i won’t even […]

i bought the local paper today for 3,000 kwachas. according to the front and back pages it is “The paper that digs deeper.” “Zambia’s leading newspaper” claims that “While others imitate, we originate.”
the front page has a photo of President Mwanawasa buying detergent paste to mark the “Keep Zambia Clean” campaign. he […]

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.”
~ t-shirt gift from a fellow volunteer
one of the American members of the “Awesome Foursome” brought over a t-shirt she had printed for me. well, she had one printed for herself and decided i might like […]

“I loved being in the sun. Maybe I had more wrinkles than I would if I hadn’t spent so much of my life outdoors, but I didn’t care. It was a privilege to grow old, and not everyone got to enjoy it. I was grateful for every minute I was given.”
Diane Chamberlain’s novel […]

Graham Greene goes good with ginger cookies.
i think that is all. : ))

this week feels sort of like running downhill. i’d like to slow a little, but i can’t. instead i’ve surrendered myself to the momentum carrying me to the bottom. i’m concentrating at keeping my feet under me and forgetting to observe the things around me. physically and mentally, i feel big […]

shortly before bed, around 9pm, i like to eat a bowl of Corn Flakes while standing up in the kitchen. the boxed milk is full fat and too sweet, so i use it sparingly. the Flakes stay crunchy longer that way too. we only have a few bowls in the house and […]

for the first time today, i adventured through the tourist market filled with carvings and ebony jewelry and masks and statues of animals and extremely pushy salesmen.
this market is different than the sprawling mass of black plastic tarps that hid the tailor down its’ twisty, smelly, narrow aisles. and different from the […]

i have been spending the last week trying to figure out a way to say “thank you” to John, the nurses, and the nursing students at both Dambwa and Maramba clinic for putting up with me over the last month.
they have all been extremely kind and welcoming and open. they have (for […]

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