Counseling Center Mondays

Babies crying.
Kids playing (I mean screaming), as they run back and forth right in front of the center.
A drunk pregnant lady stumbles in uninvited, demanding counseling services (which we politely decline for those who are not sober).
The loud bass from our neighbor’s music blasts in the background.
The clanking of dishes from our other neighbor makes piercing noises as water makes its way into the room where our counselor is meeting with clients.

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My American-Kenyan life

I have been in the U.S. of A. for six weeks.  It’s been so good for my soul.  I miss my American life.  I miss my family and my nephews.  I miss my friends.  I miss my therapist and access to resources (especially for my plantar fasciitis). I miss driving a car.  I miss swimming in the ocean.  I miss my comfortable bed and comfortable life and closet full of clothes.  I miss my social life and coffee dates (and [Read More…]

Honored and Privileged

I have a good Kenyan friend who just went to the U.S.  He has so kindly been saying thank you to myself and the other Americans here in Kenya for all the sacrifices we make living so far away from our very comfortable homes in America.

There is some truth in that for me.  I made some sacrifices.  I left some comforts . . . my family . . . my friends . . . my well-paying job . . [Read More…]