I am eleven. My grandmother and I are in Paris. We’ve just been to a museum or something. We’re walking down the sidewalk and I see this man. He’s Indian. He’s sitting on a straw mat wearing all white, including…

I wrote this in an email to my friend Holly. I think it sheds light on just one piece of my very confused heart. I don’t know when I’m going to be able to send you this, but as of…

This is also from an email, one I sent to my friend Amelia. It’s another attempt to describe how I feel right now. It might not make a lot of sense, but I suppose that in itself would be an…

It’s Sunday. The boys are in Mozambique. They left on some great “secret” adventure early yesterday morning, refusing to tell us where they were going, but we have our ways of finding information. We had the girls from young women’s…

This past week I stumbled upon a letter that Tag, the leader of the Novas Project, had given to us at the end of our time in Mexico. I was going through receipts and I found it folded in the…

   I was riding back from Matata today on public. It was insanely crowed, as usual, so I had this random little girl on my lap. She was four. We waited about 30 minutes until the khumbi was full. As soon…

We still meet with the young women every Friday at 3:00. It’s become so enjoyable as we’ve gotten to know them and become friends. Here in Swazi sex is huge. This is evident in their 42% rate of HIV/AIDS as…

I think I really am creepy. I have a thing for little Swazi boys. Here are some videos of some of my favorite ones, Spong and Majazi eating lunch, and Spong and Ndu fighting. Oku makes a brief appearance in the…

      This is little Ndu with his painted fingernails; Me and Xolani, eating rocks.   Bryan in his favorite shorts; Jon getting proposed to by Mapile; Phendile, Saddam, and Mdeny.   Sphay, wearing a shirt for once; Tobela…