There are a few things that strike me as worldly differences between the United States and Uganda. For starters, here at home we are battling an obesity epidemic, with even the youngest among us afflicted with diabetes and heart disease. As you can imagine, in much of Uganda … [Read more...] about The Beauty of Uganda
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The Privilege of Church in Uganda
I came all the way to Uganda to go to church. And it was worth it. We had the privilege of shadowing a family today, and that took us to the Church of Uganda. The family of seven (five kids plus mom and dad) worships there, and we joined in. Though the language barrier was there … [Read more...] about The Privilege of Church in Uganda
Children Laugh in the Same Language
The thing about being in Uganda, or any developing country for that matter, is to not view the experience through the lens of our own paradigm. As an American who lives a rather charmed life, it would be easy to be horrified at how villagers in Uganda live. It is a shock for sure … [Read more...] about Children Laugh in the Same Language
My Own Shot@Life Takes Me to Uganda
That's my friend Dallas singing a lullaby in Lingala in Kinshasa, Bas Congo. A new mom who adopted a baby from DR Congo had been looking for a lullaby in Lingala and found Dallas' video. Now that mom is learning this song to sing to her baby girl. The Internet is powerful when … [Read more...] about My Own Shot@Life Takes Me to Uganda
Barfing Pumpkin. Snuggling Bird – Wordless Wednesday
September 11 in the Wake of a School Lockdown
Yesterday was a harrowing day. In all the pitfalls and struggles that I imagined about parenting, a school lockdown was not among them. Bird and Deal, in fourth and second grade respectively, happily trounced off to school (on time!). Minutes after getting home from dropping them … [Read more...] about September 11 in the Wake of a School Lockdown
And…Bird’s 9
When I kiss him goodnight I call him my First Baby. I give him kisses, a nuzzle, and a back rub. He usually has his face in a book and tolerates my affection. On nights he is feeling more baby than boy he puts his arms around my neck and snoozles me back. As I leave his room I … [Read more...] about And…Bird’s 9