humble grace (africa3)

After walking the dusty, rocky streets with no names among the chat (old books spell it khat) sellers, vegetable vendors, and small herds of street goats, we returned to the home of my host where I was oh so graciously served a lunch of misir wat, gomen, and beef tibs. Misir wat is a dish... Continue Reading →

an american roller coaster

When I was in the bathroom this morning, brushing my teeth and getting ready for work, I discovered this: My dear sweet wife is the only person who shares this bathroom, this drawer, and this Q-tip box with me, so there is little doubt - not even reasonable doubt - as to who left the... Continue Reading →

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