All Change

Things change quickly here. It’s seven years since I’ve been to East Africa, but even in 2003, things were moving quickly. My first visit was as a greenhorn 21-year-old, working for a tiny Tanzanian NGO. Those two months were among the most isolated of my life. Internet access was sparing and expensive, but fast where…

Sister Sister

Ah, the wireless. Sure where would you be of an aul winter evening without the magic box in the corner? I’d spent a long time looking for this old radio documentary I cobbled together for a college project when, finally, it appeared in an old clippings folder. It’s an interview with my dad’s aunt Peggy,…