Category Archives: The daily grind
John Henson is my Homeboy. Also, I am Cold.
While the harsh reality that I work at a church might suggest that I am, in fact, immune to the typical distractions that vie for the attention of the general masses, it’s far from true. Take this morning, for instance. … Continue reading
Filed under First World Problems, Life at the Frat House, The daily grind
Summer: You’re Sloppy Seconds.
Oh my stars, September is here! It’s time. Time for crisp, sunny football afternoons and newly sharpened pencils, corn mazes and pumpkin spice lattes [which I never drink, but get simply dizzy with bliss smelling]. It’s time for leather boots … Continue reading
Filed under The daily grind, Then I found $5.00
My Smarter-Than-Me-Phone.
It was free. And free was the only way that I would have taken it, really. I cancelled my cell phone plan last summer right before I flew back to Dakar, effectively rendering both my old phone number and my … Continue reading
Filed under First World Problems, The daily grind, Then I found $5.00
Fragments of My Imagination
There are just twenty-four days left in Dakar. My frazzled nerves and scattered mind have made it impossible to tell you just one cohesive story. Brace yourselves. It started with the laundry. I did laundry in the bathtub yesterday, and … Continue reading
Help Me, Emily Post!
Early on in Dakar, I made it clear to my Senegalese friends that no subject was off limits. An innocent victim of cultural ignorance and sheer naiveté, I hadn’t the foggiest idea that over the next two years, I would … Continue reading
