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 […]
When you leave the country, you learn to lie. When you were 17 and leaving the 254 borders for the first time, heading out on a plane to the land of milk and honey, nobody warned you that it was not ALL milk and honey. More like really bad mala and horribly made molasses syrup. […]
I saw him hit her and I couldn’t stop myself. I had to say something. Here is what happened. It was almost 11:00 pm, and we were headed back home after staying a short while at Jams Addis to celebrate their 1-year anniversary, and to support my friend’s reggae band (resident band performing on Thursdays […]
I hope she doesn’t mind me posting this, but one of my sweetest friends wrote something on her blog that, thanks to my very unreliable, moody internet connection here in Ethiopia, I just discovered today. In the last few weeks, I have gone through some strange ups and downs – patient deaths, preventable illnesses, sick […]
I promised myself that this year I would attempt to shed my ‘nice’ image. I don’t mean that I would not be nice anymore, but that I would live my life to the fullest edging towards skirting any obstacles or any rules that could be flexibly interpreted. I noticed that, in the past, I tended […]
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