For whatever it may offer, here’s a copy of the piece I The Humanitarian Press chose to publish. “Although I have written other books and articles in my role as a business owner and personal productivity coach, this piece is written from my current perspective as a Peace Corps Volunteer
Once again I am “footing” through the streets of Kampala to buy my bus ticket for the ride back into Gulu tomorrow. What always strikes me, now that I am not “fearing” and have extra attention simply to observe, is the contrast of sights, sounds and emotions that assault the
This past week has been a combination of lovely and sometimes comical happenings that have been unexpected but welcomed. I left the lovely town of Gula for Kampala after splashing through the dark and the rain to catch the 7 AM Post Bus last Monday. It was a decent ride
Leavings never get easier… In the insane cacophony of this particular Sunday morning – which started off nicely enough with a slow rain, the soft patter having been rudely replaced by a trio of workers descending onto my front porch with all the gear to “slash” the grass – my
OK – It feels like I should be feeling a lightening of load – having made it through almost a year. And in truth, it does feel like we are getting close to something that might feel like we are on the down hill side. But that is 11 months
I am sad to say that the animal rights people will be celebrating the unsuccessful termination of one rat, said to have met its demise at the time of the last post. I celebrated prematurely it would seem. I left the house to shop and allow the rat time to
Saturday – I’ve been up officially since 5:30 AM having been tripping in and out of sleep most of the night. That’s why I love Costco’s Sleep Aid (which I brazenly declined last night) – I can sometimes get through the night without hearing each new chorus of activity from
I think I’m slipping into the abyss… I am beginning to enjoy – or a least be able to laugh about – some of the chaos of Kampala. Help me. It must be the Stockholm Syndrome – isn’t that the one where abductees begin identifying with their captors? I’ve
In the absolutely random world we know as Peace Corps the odd or merely unusual is not far from our doorstep. Sometimes, it is ON the doorstep, but not this time. These are mostly tales of cows with a rooster thrown in for good measure. The cows here in Uganda
Yes – I know a long silence. I have returned from Kampala where I spent almost a week organizing PC headquarters after attending a Train-the-Trainer workshop. Arranged the Country Director’s Office, Reception and the PCV lounge, where volunteers do research, have access to computers, generally hang-out when they’re here
Hi folks – Happy Mother’s Day! Sitting in a web-cafe in Kampala and have – at long last – been able to get sufficient internet connectivity to upload some new pictures. These are of the Gulu house, accessed through this heavy gate, which is locked at night. I know some
Aaaaah – rain AND real Mexican food. Life is sometimes good in Uganda. Tonight several of us were invited to dinner by an ex-PCV, returned as a USAID employee. We suggested our version of Mexican food: you know beans cooked by Happy Nest (none of us has enough propane to