“Hey! So how is fatherhood going?” “It’s picking up,” he told me. “Hah! Well said!” Which goes to show that fatherhood is neither for the faint of heart nor those who want to get much sleep. In this case, the father was a new father of just a couple of weeks. You already know him, […]
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Hannah says “The Pope is cool” and Liz says “He’s like a grandpa.” Which means that he would have to be a Dad. Which means (let’s just pretend) that he would have to be married. Which leads me to a recent excerpt on said Pope, this excerpt from a recent column: In truth, I can easily picture
The Pope is cool. He’s like a grandpa. Long live the Pope. Read More »
‘Where does everyone go at Christmas?’ I asked, and all the African kids yelled ‘Home!’ and that’s how it started, a brief word shared last night from the front of our own home where a few dozen carollers, mostly Ugandans, gathered. It was our annual contribution to Christmas things here at the university that we’ve
Mary and Christmas carols in Africa Read More »
The children of Uganda are disappearing. And it’s hard to know where they are going. I have written about this before, as it relates to the horrible issue of child sacrifice. Sometimes there are remarkable good news endings to these stories, for example the story of our friend, Richard, and how his little boy was
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The news of the week is good news. Our family friend, Dorothy, a Ugandan who has filled this space from time to time, had a change of heart and mind and decided, with her husband Patrick, to get herself to a Kampala hospital for a planned caesarian section after all. You’ll recall the great concern
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So, the Children’s Mother is gone AGAIN (do you have your ticket for tomorrow’s gala?) and I’m Single Daddin’ It AGAIN for the 417th time since we shared our wedding rings and started this family. Although, I do confess, keeping precise track of things (including wedding rings) is not my greatest strength. “I can’t believe
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It’s morning and the sun is up, shining on the mud, and Zak, the dog, has left his bright orange ball to chase Tiblets. Tibs, as Liz is fond of calling him, is the poor cat who just took off into the bush. There is another way, though, and one of our cats, Mister Bubbles,
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Before you read today’s post, please set aside a few minutes to view this remarkable link. It’s on the war (and it is a war) of maternal death in places like sub-Saharan Africa. Then take a few minutes to read the rest of this post, and, if you’re inclined, you’ll need a minute or two
A gala you won’t forget. A prayer (I hope) you remember. Read More »
