Dude, Where’s My Cow?
Things do not always go as planned. I didn’t meet Luyanda today. Extremely disappointing but I’m rolling with it. Mom and I spent today getting acquainted with the local mall. So, I don’t have much to...
View ArticleMeeting Mgazi
Day 9 of my trip. The day I met my daughter. A good good day. Shortly after my mom and I arrived at the orphanage, which is made up of the main living quarters and a recreation center which has rooms...
View ArticlePersonal Space? What Personal Space?
You know those documentaries on Africa where some person walks into a village, an orphanage, a hospital, whatever, and they are inundated with children? They are SWAMPED by children? MOBBED by...
View ArticleGrowing Love for my Daughter
Day 1: Mgazi, Me, and Pastor, one of the most amazing people on the planet to whom I will be forever grateful. Pastor spent every day with me for 5 weeks straight. Luyanda’s birth mother gave her her...
View ArticleNever Get Between Mgazi and her Dinner
This is what Mgazi looks like if you touch her meat. Today, we were in a chicken restaurant in Southern Africa. I was the only non-African in the place. I ordered Mgazi a children’s chicken plate and...
View ArticleTechnology Woes
So, I’ve been having serious technology woes in Africa: couldn’t find adapters; power cord on Mac not working; power cord on Mac working; no internet; slow internet; no internet. I’ve been in the...
View ArticleWhere’s the Fire?
The petrol pump between our cottage and the fire. Something exciting happened three nights ago. There was a fire. In and of itself, that’s not so exciting. Fires happen here all the time. Every day I...
View ArticleCrank Calling in Africa
So, it’s been five weeks. Five really long weeks and I so want to be home. But, I’m not and that kind of thinking doesn’t gel with the “roll with it” attitude that I’ve committed to. So, to put myself...
View ArticleIn Over My Head
Adoption from Mgazi’s home country actually requires stays in two different countries in Africa. I’m extremely pleased, relieved, and excited to say we’ve completed part 1 in our first country and...
View ArticleI don’t like you, Mommy
“I don’t like you, Mommy,” I whispered into my mother’s ear. “I love you.” I giggled, tickled with myself. I thought I was the cleverest 5-year-old she could ever meet. I nestled into her lap, certain...
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