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
Until now, the Internet had been a given for me, like the existence of God. You can question it, worship it, get cranky about it, but you can’t actually switch it off, can you?
Can you?
… More E.T. REFRESH HOME PAGE
“You look like you’re doing long term research.”
I do? And what might that look be? … More A Searching Look
If money was not a consideration and you could do anything with your life, what would you do? … More The Fellowship of the 10%
I take out the key copy for that house and throw it at him. Just then MTG float in like she do. Oh Creator, today is the day for flying things and people being hit, I think. But too bad, the key miss her eye. … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Ten
There are two things that happen without fail every time I am about to travel, no matter the length of the upcoming trip. One: starting about two weeks before the flight (for it is always a flight), I have strange “airplane dreams”. They are neither positive nor negative, just…odd, heavy with mood. Well, the ones … More Mama Said
You will think, most people will not want to have stranger coming into their home before sunrise and bumping around in their kitchen to set up buna. But somehow the word get around, and like fancy buna machine they program us to come in and start the buna while they upstairs are getting ready for their day. … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Nine
My mother raised us on cow’s milk, ok? So I don’t even like coffee, ok? But liking coffee is not job requirement for becoming Tariku’s wife? I know what that Hiwot calls me. You think I don’t know? You think I am the only one in all Ethiopia that is called like that? They call … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Eight
When I picked up the phone that day and called the taxi company dispatch to ask for the driver of taxi # 1569, the last thing I expected was that fourteen years later I would be sitting in the witness box in a courtroom, looking at two people who used to be so in love … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Seven
Maybe 10 articles a month was enough. Yeah right. Maybe I can have just ten pieces of chocolate and put away the rest of the box. … More Commitment (to) Issues
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