Mbale, Uganda
Dear Uganda,
We will be meeting each other soon, and forming first impressions. The sun we both know will shine on us at the same time, and in the short hours I have with you I pray I will be straining to see.
I’ve been writing to two of your children, a boy and a girl, and I know a little bit about you – about climate and crops and family life – but not nearly as much as I should.
Read MoreTravel is lovely; travel is lonely.
I know loneliness very well … both the loneliness of a crowded room and the loneliness of my own room. I know the loneliness of being the only one and the every one.
I know longing too.
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Photo by james j8246 on Flickr's creative commons.
I have a bit of a crush on Advent.
I buy things for Advent and I daydream about Advent and I want to spend as much time with Advent as possible.
And every year, I am disappointed. This isn’t because Advent stands me up, however, but because I make Advent stand in the snow, and put a Santa hat on her head, and fill her arms with enough books and music and art and calendars to make anyone topple.
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