Culture stress Africa-style: and maybe a lesson all of us can learn because no matter where we live, there’s always someone around that has a different culture than us. The squeak of the front gate announced the arrival of Fessehaye. I sighed and pinned another shirt to the clothesline. Why does he think he can just walk into our yard…
We lived in a small African market town frequented by nomads and a variety of tribes. Long before we knew the language, I felt at home in the house of a tribal family. They readily welcomed me, and I could spend as long as I wanted with them. Sometimes I’d lie on one of their beds and take a nap.…
In Keren, the pace of life meanders up and down the dusty streets. No one rushes to the store or hurries to have dinner ready on time. Time is just something that passes while life takes place. Dinner will be cooked and served, tasks will be accomplished… all in good time, but almost never on time… In those days, the…
Sometimes I want to add a little salt to my conversation. And by salt I mean something meaningful, not something snarky.
You can try to do things the old-fashioned way. But you might be in for a surprise if you don’t know beans about it.
How to brew a strong, delicious cup of coffee, told from the perspective of the coffee cup.
Sometimes you want to hire someone to help…guard your house for example. In this situation you may find your have hired a mixed blessing.
Thriving in a different culture…what an adventure! Sometimes, you just have to say “Hayk”, and here’s my reason why.
Beginning on September 11, 2001, God’s Word went from being important to being precious to me. Today I’m remembering.
Some things like how to not have a panic attack are not in travel books. At least not in the one I purchased.
