Keep your hands in your pockets and hope for the best

My plan this morning was to spend an hour writing back to the more than 40 messages that are sitting in my inbox before we head out shopping again…  But, the internet is down, and these are Facebook messages so I cannot even open them to see what they say, let alone...

A plan

You can pretty much always count on the fact that while living in Ethiopia, predicting when anything will be finished is a bad idea.  Yet, despite having learned that lesson more times that we can count, I am going to try here to tell you what our next week is going...

On Friday in Ethiopia

This was the sun that rose in the East. This was the coffee grinder that lost it’s lid. This is the lake the formed on our street. This is the furniture factory where we looked for couches. These are the men who made the couches. These were the stairs that led...

The love of a mother

“Can you please let us in there?” I ask as stand just to the side of the 500 person long line that I am determined not to wait in with my four children, and point to the sliding doors that lead to where we want to be.   “No” The tall slender Ethiopian man who is...