It was late afternoon on a Tuesday. I was driving south on the pothole-riddled I95 towards Chester, PA. I had been making the drive every Tuesday since early October to participate in a 200-hour yoga teacher training inside the State Correctional Institution there, through a partnership with the Inside/Out Prison Exchange Program. I exited the… Continue reading The Paradox of Being White, Male, and Woke in America
For those unfamiliar with NaNoWriMo, November is National Novel Writing Month. In short, the challenge is to write a 50,ooo word novel in one month. I'm telling you this because I've decided to give it a go. I won't bore you with the details of how I came upon this challenge, and I'll keep the… Continue reading My NaNoWriMo
Maybe you're familiar with the tale that Ernest Hemingway was once challenged to write a short story in only six words. If so, maybe you also recall that story to go as follows: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." Many of you are probably familiar with the SMITH Magazine six word memoir project as well.… Continue reading Six Word Memoirs: PC Namibia Style
I think news organizations that immediately attack the black lives matter movement after an unarmed black man is killed, should be downgraded from credible news sources to fearmongering, political propaganda machines. There are enough historical and current examples to justify such an exclusive name for the movement, as in to specify black lives. But if acknowledging… Continue reading Shootings, discrimination, and black lives matter
The current phase on baby Indjamba’s path to potty training is him stepping through the door from inside the main house onto the small brick landing at the home’s entrance, usually pants off but shirt on, and arriving at the bricks’ edges, taking a leak in the sand. His form is perfect. Back straight, head… Continue reading Learning to go
Mvhura tazi roko- probably one of my favorite sentences in Rukwangali. Directly translated it is kind of weird; it's like saying the rain is raining, but direct translations aren't always the best, so let's just say it means that it's raining. There is nothing particularly beautiful about the way it hits my ears or rolls… Continue reading Mvhura (Rain/Year)
This Facebook post seemed to resonate with a lot of people, so I decided to post it here as well. I am having one of those feel like being honest reality check moments. This is for those of us that have or have had romanticized views on serving in the Peace Corps, or volunteering abroad… Continue reading It’s the small things…I guess?