Mongolia: Sneaky Like a Fox

This evening, after days of pouting, Ayna* finally started translating her assignments for our research team. But then the other assistant, Gula, texted in to ask for an extension on her tasks: 7:30pm: Hi. I want to tell yu something.Burkits wife asked me to work as a [tour] guide…

Seeing Race Sideways

I’ve been talking with my friend Hannah again about race. She’s a white student in Africana studies, and talks to me about how race works in our society and what can be done to transform difference to a positive experience for us all. Some of that comes from facing ourselves. Hannah read about whiteness…

Serrekunda, Gambia

We went to the beach with a missionary family and an aid family today. We bobbed in the waves and practised floating, and then I convinced all the kids to build a giant sandcastle halfway up the beach. I gathered flip flops and crab shells and wire and twine…

Morning in the Gambia

I’m filling up on sweet fried panques, which are like donut holes, but heavier, tasting faintly of sweet potatoes and oil, moist and heavy and even spongy. Tida buys them early in the morning, along the road, as walks here to work in the house as a full-time domestic. I’m…

A Cedar Point Summer

“Thank you for calling Cedar Point Central Reservations, my name is Celia. How may I help you?” Yep, this summer I took a job at Cedar Point, an amusement park in Sandusky, Ohio. Sandusky is a lake town with one Wal-mart, 53 hotels, 10 bars, 43 churches (more on…