Malaria kills 1,200 children daily, about 50 per hour, around the world. 90% of those deaths occur in Africa. Earlier this year, we handed out 200 mosquito nets in a rural area outside of Bujumbura city and I wonder how we can do more, help more and prevent more deaths.
It's been said that the love you have for someone can be measured by the pain you feel in their absence. I have found that there's truth to that statement.
I have four children, each one is precious to me. My firstborn was the first with everything. He was the first child born to our family. The first one we taught to walk, the first one we walked to school and the first one to leave home. He was the "trial run" that paved the… Continue reading The Paintbrush
One of the most painful experiences for any parent is to let their children spread their wings and fly. The first time I had to let go was in 2003 when my son Tommy left Africa to attend university Stateside. I wrote a poem for him, as I have for each one when they left. 2003 wasn't so long ago, was it?
Sparrows are so common that they are often thought to be "disposable." If one falls, why bother? There are literally millions, if not billions, of them filling our skies. It may not matter in the grand scheme of things, if one sparrow falls, but it does matter to that one sparrow.
Most young couples dream of building careers, buying property and weekend barbecues. Us? We were busy trying to book cheap flights, set up international vaccination appointments and get our passports.
I wrote this in 2015 remembering my mother and wanted to reshare on the anniversary of her death 12 years ago. I love you Aiti, always. I tucked in my seven-year-old daughter last night and inhaled deeply as I looked around her room. She had a night light. She had her music. She had her… Continue reading The Last Time Mama Tucked Me In
Jamie has disassembled and reassembled the chair many times over the years we moved around, knowing the memories I made while sitting in that chair run deep. Colicky tummies were calmed, prayers were prayed, Christmas presents have been opened while I was rocking in that chair. Now that three of my four children have left the nest, the chair keeps me close to them somehow.
I’d rather not suffer. Who, in their right mind, would prefer living in the dark places of life over the good times? I much prefer times of dancing and celebration. Six months ago, just before Covid lockdown, were able to go Stateside and take part in our son’s wedding festivities. Those days were full of… Continue reading Taking on the Giants
I'm a bit behind the times I know. I could use the excuse of living overseas but with the advent of the internet, that excuse really can't get me too far. At the touch of a key on my wireless keyboard, I have the world and endless search engines at my fingertips (literally). I can… Continue reading Behind the Times