They lowered their voices conspiratorally. The questions came out rapidly in succession and the air in the small kibanda expanded with the curiosity of a million pairs of eyes trained on me. They were braiding my hair and I reached out and traced out with my fingers, on the mirror propped up on the shelf in […]
When you sit down and think about where you’ve been, it may come as a surprise to realize how many versions of you there have been. I miss being in high school in Kenya, where the only things that mattered were that letter from an admirer at a neighboring boy’s school, Drama Club competitions, and […]
Spending the afternoon with a roomful of beautiful women who have survived breast cancer and are thriving 31 years , 10 years or even 6 months after treatment really makes you sit up straight. These women were full of smiles, positivity and joy of spirit despite what many may feel is a death sentence. Days […]
Missing my public health work in Africa. I need to set up my vision board before the baby comes!
I miss you, public health. I really do. The traipsing about in the village, measuring MUAC amongst little chubby faced babies, meeting with expecting mothers to trumpet the benefits of family planning and spacing, working with community health workers to achieve fully-vaccinated status for all children under 1 year in their catchment areas. I even […]
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