New Mercy.

Kellan and I celebrated my job offer by going to buy new running shoes. I’m cheap about the strangest things, and even though I run every day, I hadn’t splurged on a new pair of running shoes since the day after I moved back from Africa. Circa, oh, I don’t know, two and a half … [Read more...]

[Not] An Extreme Makeover.

It was just another unspeakably sweltering, shut-in Tuesday night in Senegal when I began telling stories in my own little corner of cyberspace. Options of things to do post seven PM in a Muslim country in Africa quickly become rather limited when you’re not allowed outside … [Read more...]

The Story. [Unwritten.]

The secret thrill of reading any great work of literature is shrouded in the unknown. As the plot twists wildly and suspense intensifies and tantalizes the mind, we revel in the intoxicating ecstasy of uncertainty. The best stories-the ones that arrest and engage your mind and … [Read more...]

Hey, Soul Sister.

The beauty of being self-published, is that I get to do exactly what I want. And right now, I want to post a thousand pictures and help you step into my day. In breaking news, Miriam and Coumba sat me down and explained a fool proof method to "make a man fall in love with … [Read more...]

Mangos and Magnolia Trees.

Ten. There are just ten more links on the yellow paper chain hanging by my window. Ten days from right this moment, I’ll be driving in North Carolina. I see Magnolia trees, unsweetened peach mango iced tea, baseball games and a bed in my very near future!I finally broke the news … [Read more...]

See, What Had Happened Was…[Spilling the Beans.]

Sun-drenched mornings are meant to be orchestrated to the intoxicating tune of percolating coffee. Mornings beg for coffee. As do bagels. And oxygen. This morning was no different. I rolled off my mat on the floor and groggily stumbled into the kitchen-where with great … [Read more...]