A Moto Diary

A Moto Diary

Moto Diary Last week I visited the school site where I will be teaching English for the next two years. Only 15 km from the Peace Corps training site, but worlds away. As it does in the area where I…

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Cousin Amafaranga

Many people I know might describe money as the annoying relative they can’t live without. That defines my relationship with it. Growing up in my small polite family, if there were relatives I couldn’t handle—those who talked too loudly or…

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My Granny’s House

Living at my host family’s house in Rwanda in some ways reminds me of staying in my Granny’s house when I was growing up. This was my dad’s mother (1909-1993). My aunt still lives in that house, but things have…

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Warm Welcome

At midday on Saturday, we rode a chartered bus to the town of the Peace Corps training hub: Rwamagana. (It sounds like Ramadan; just add an extra “ah” syllable at the end.) The ride gave us a beautiful view of…

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Watching Them Walk Away

Counting weeks, then days, till I embark on an adventure to teach English in Rwanda for Peace Corps, I’ve already said good-bye to my sons. They are back at their respective schools and, though we touch base most every day,…

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