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  • back home not alone

    So going through this is seriously easy, the hard part is seeing your husband going through it and your family. The hard part is convincing that lady you saw in town who heard from someone what is going on and trying to tell you to just wait and see….you kinda feel like saying: Are you…

  • hurricane after the storm

    ……Two year old into the car, hubby drives and off we go once again into Mombasa. The whole time your brain is racing around as to what the BUT is…. BUT, BUT, BUT ….. When we reached the pathologist lab I literally jump out and run to the office. Talking to her she says things…

  • Becoming

    I woke up this morning… i knew it was gonna come, I knew I had to be prepared from day one… and today was d day. I woke up this morning… i knew it was coming, that question, that defining moment. I woke up this morning… my  husband looked at me and asked, “are u…

  • H is for home or is it?

    So we landed in Diani on the world’s best organized extra flight ever! But as a surprise to me the hard part has just started. H is for helpless, helpless while the house girl effortlessly takes over mothering duties. H is for homeless, without a place to fit in perfectly. Being unable to help makes…

  • All clear in the shadow box

    I finally got the all clear. Nothing on paper…this is Kenya, but one of my Drs called and said it looks like it’s all clear! Good enough for me. Sadly my happYness was short lived as the shadow of the reconstruction battle loomed it’s way back in! I keep wishing and hoping. I keep wanting…