Women's Work
We sat on low stools in the small room, our knees touching whenever someone leaned forward to stir the pot or fan the coals. Mame Darra...
An Open Thank You Letter to My Nioro Family
Note: My ‘Nioro family’ certainly includes my loving host family but it also includes my school family at Adja Penda Ba who have all...
Lekkal, Lekkal: Eating in Senegal
While preparing for my semester in Senegal, in between online searches for maxi skirts and careful readings of bug spray reviews, I...


Humans are Humans
I watched Sally pour the vanilla-infused sugar into the teapot, the white crystals dissolving as soon as they mixed with the hot water...
International Women's Day
We crowded around the table to see the list we had written so far of “Reasons to Celebrate International Women’s Day.” I leaned back to...


America's Fear of Organized Religion
Religion is intertwined in all of my life’s most significant revelations, joys, disappointment and risks. Though sometimes at odds with...
Ah, it's Grand, Sure
-“Howya?” “Grand, sure, you know.” -“Ah yeah, grand, grand.” “Right, and how’s the family?” -“Ahh fine, sure, can’t complain, thank God.”...
Teranga
I am writing this post from Dakar’s only fresh fruit and veggie juice bar. Yes, I did manage to track down a place where I could use the...


The Gaze
I have been fortunate enough to live my life as a physically normal female. I was a cute child, an appropriately awkward pre-teen, and...
Washing Away Dirt & Confusion
It felt like a ‘treat yo’self’ kind of night in Mermoz. Seven hours of classes, in French, can catch up with you, and sometimes an...