Yesterday, as 6 p.m. edged closer and the sun disappeared behind the surrounding peaks and the cold mountain darkness slowly crept into the safe home, I found myself staring back at the ravaged face…
Read moreA Farewell, and a Lesson in Smiling
Today was a happy day, but also a bittersweet one.
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By popular demand: Sticking Points @ TTL – Volume 2:
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After spending a long period of time in Mokhotlong, it’s easy to forget the physicality of the greater world around you. In your head, everything outside of…
Read moreA lost battle…
Sad news: Ithateng passed away Wednesday night.
Kirsten was feeding her when it happened. It was quick.
Her death was not for a lack of fight. Ithateng had been battling, holding on,…
Read moreEmpathy in a Sea of Sympathy
Making comparisons is never a pure endeavor. It’s always a matter of impression, and often a matter of judgement that depends more on your own self-imposed view of the world than on concrete similarities….
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An unsteady rhythm of time well spent
Time is a strange thing here. It flows to an unsteady rhythm of unexpected twists. It can seem precious and oppressive at once. Some days pass slowly without any critical issues arising. Some days…
Read moreSticking Points
On a day-to-day basis here in Mokhotlong, little, random thoughts seem to pop into my head and stick there. They are miniature observations of life that have…
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