my whackadoodle family

moving on in cordoba, spain

October 25, 2011 cordoba, spain

My ears perk as the familiar words of the Islamic call to prayer reverberate down a tangled street of Cordoba. I walk faster so I can stand beneath the awning of the giftshop where the call is emanating from. The call is so much sweeter and melodious than the one I had grown used to [...]

so this is awa

September 12, 2011 kedougou, senegal

Meet my youngest Senegalese sister, Awa. Likes: bubbles, dancing, hanging out in my room, her imaginary friend “Fatou” and bathing in big tubs (called benoirs). Dislikes: shoes, beans, bananas, and getting her hair braided. Superhuman power: squealing/yelling in a high pitch voice (imagine Elmo’s voice—now take it 4 octaves higher). Disclaimer: The contents of this [...]

shit my senegalese dad says

July 15, 2011 kedougou, senegal

Meet my Senegalese Dad, Weliba. He is a husband (multiple times), teacher, and father to countless children. He speaks mumbled Pulaar infused with French. He also insists on beginning each of our interactions with the phrase “Rokia, my daughter” and what comes after is usually highly amusing. Dad: Rokia, my daughter, why don’t you do [...]

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