I’m in the process of transferring several years’ worth of notebook entries onto this site. Meantime, here is a taste. Thanks for your interest!
When I decided to travel to Rwanda in April, my mother tried to be a good sport. Yes, it was her firstborn daughter’s first trip to the site of a … Continue reading
Wrote this poem about my visit to the Murambi memorial on the 10-year anniversary of the genocide: Rwanda, 2004 In low beds the children sleep empty of breath; jaws twist … Continue reading
At Murambi, a school building site-turned genocide memorial, where between 40,000 and 60,000 people were killed: Many people died here screaming. You can see it on their faces, preserved with … Continue reading
In bed at the Hotel Okapi, at the end of a long day: I’m writing beneath a veil of mosquito net, suspended from two homemade wire hangers hooked to a … Continue reading