Scene 7: JFK* *Previously on “Control,” I bought an antique firearm on Chicken Street in Kabul for my father’s Christmas present. I stored it in my checked luggage and transported it back to the United States. The story of the antique firearm’s transport is longer than this but the time spent at John F. Kennedy […]Read more "Control: Or how I managed to fly with a gun from Kabul to Pittsburgh"
The ocean, the sunrise, the citadel, the beach and Alex at night…Read more "Alex Photos"
The ex-pat has returned for a brief stay in Ohio. Right now I’m enjoying the quiet of Woodhollow Drive, the homestead, and my mom as she continues to use her broken arm without concern for the long term damages. I have a lot to do. And, like my last week in Liberia, I’ll probably be […]Read more "Back in the USofA"
Eddoes – a wide leaf that is eaten in Ghana, the root is eaten in LiberiaPalava sauceCabbage and palm cabbageCollardsTomatoes – “bulbs”=cherry tomatoesPotato leaf – they eat the leaf here! Didn’t know you could do that…Fever leaf – semi-bitter, used to release bowls (the liquid that comes out of it being mashed) and break a […]Read more "Plants: (Yes, I’m blogging about plants because some have asked, and they’re different here)"
7-17 – 7-19 Went to the forest again last weekend. Heard there were elephants in the area but have yet to see any. There was another peacebuilding meeting. Yes, Matt, the put the sign up, I took a picture for you. Did I negatively affect the process? Sitting in the meeting, overheated and dehydrated, I […]Read more "Last weekend – Goyala, Voinjama and Zar-Zar"
Everyone has been very curious and nice to me. Sometimes I am afraid they’re being overly nice. It goes back to colonialism. I haven’t been able to wrap my head around white people in Liberia. Liberia was never colonized (by Europeans). It never had a large population of white people show up and take anything […]Read more "Day 2 in Africa."
The Brussels airport was not as small as my chatty single serving friend implied. She was my seat buddy, we had three seats with just the two of us in them so I had plenty of space to toss and turn. My seat mate, Tidy (not her real name, it’s more complicated than that but […]Read more "Day 2, from Brussels to Monrovia."