Prompt # 20 – history
Being born, we don’t realize we’re stepping into history. We think history begins with us. … More Prompt # 20 – history
Being born, we don’t realize we’re stepping into history. We think history begins with us. … More Prompt # 20 – history
I collected the ‘used’ scraps in a Canadian honey jar. Make of that what you will. … More Notes from the Canadian Honey Jar
Or a shawl. And definitely not a throw or a wrap. It’s just gabi. Gabby if you want to be fancy. The original organic wear before organic wear became fashionable. If you were born in Ethiopia, chances are it’s what you were caught in at birth. And depending on what it says in your last will and testament, it … More Don’t Call It a Blanket
Habesha dudes usually open with: Don’t I know you? I said, “Have you met me?”
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This one’s on me. I’m happy to share my latest article for Selamta, the in-flight magazine of Ethiopian Airlines. For this assignment, I spent an afternoon being led to and fed in lesser known/much loved restaurants around Addis Ababa (one of which had one of the best ceiling art I’d ever seen, see below), all in … More Went/Saw/Ate/Wrote
In August, this blog turned five years old. To commemorate the momentous moment, I thought I’d post about the blog post that has been read the most by you dear visitors in the past five years. Well, it turned out that this post took the gold every single year, but unfortunately I’ve written just about everything … More Cross-eyed
The latest additions to the Why Sleep? series: The Soldier and the Student and Death of a Hyena’s Son. Old-timey, instructive children’s tales about lip mutilation!
I like collecting information, though I’ve not done any serious polling of my usual victims since a couple of years ago. But those I communicate with frequently are never surprised to get questions on random of subjects from me. Of late, I have been asking ‘What is your least favorite single-word expression in Amharic?’ I forget what got me going … More Un-say
I find it super neat when I request my name, or some version thereof, for my username when opening a new online account and get the message that the username is unavailable. No way! Waaay! Awesome. Now that’s belonging. … More SD Vol 8: Username Unavailable
Growing up in Addis, in a long ago time when injera was still made at home, the best part of injera day was at the end. … More Beyond Grandma’s Kitchen