How to understand a homesick, white, South African

How the mailman made me feel noticed

by | Feb 3, 2011 | South Africa, Travel

Mail and memories arrive today from South Africa. And candy. I’m standing in the living room surrounded by chaos and flour because Micah is modeling a culinary masterpiece at the dining room table. And the mailman hands me a package that I wasn’t expecting...
Why I dance in the rain

Why I dance in the rain

by | Jan 20, 2011 | Callings, Faith, South Africa, Travel

I was born and raised in South Africa – third, fourth, fifth generation – and all my childhood memories of vacations are from the dry flat landscape of the Karoo. Stark unrelenting miles of dusky golds and browns interrupted only by bitter faced mountains and lonely...
How to understand a homesick, white, South African

Because life is not an emergency

by | Nov 30, 2010 | Faith, Family, South Africa, Travel

Some days remembering to make myself breakfast is a victory. Because life can come at you hard and fast in the mornings. And before you know it kids are already out playing in the piles of mulch in the backyard and calling for snacks when mama hasn’t even gotten...

Welcome Home. Again.

by | Nov 15, 2010 | Family, South Africa, Travel

I’m on the road. Travelling. For work. It’s been wonderful. Lots of time to get lost in great conversations and beautiful ideas. Not so much time to write everything that’s bubbling over in my heart. But I will. Soon. For today, though, I’m...