Game for Anything

Kenya is the only place that can slow this sprinter down. I never look at the clock. I feel no hurry to get through the day, or the night. Nothing passes in a blur. I move along at the pace of the human race around me.  Sometimes at a complete standstill with my surroundings and myself. Fearless, not reckless. What Kenya…

Karibu Tena, Welcome Again

On the drive to the Boston airport for David’s and my flight to Nairobi, a U2 song from the early ‘90s came on the radio. I thought nothing of it until I heard the lyrics, “Did you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head?” All of a sudden, my eyes burst forth…

Rewriting Wrongs

During February break last year, David and I saw Matilda the Musical on Broadway. During’s this year’s break, we are headed to see Munzatsi  (the school) in Kenya. These two seemingly unrelated things are, in fact, very much connected to each other — and to a murdered girl who is about to make her literary debut (in my new memoir DRYLAND)  after decades in…