By Mommy Emily My mama is sick. They say she’s in palliative care. I found this out days before my trip to Uganda and for the first time in four years of traveling to Africa, I didn’t want to go. I wept as I packed my bags with colorful skirts and flip-flops. I wept as…

By Mommy Emily There’s a road from Kampala to Jinja and it’s called Kampala Road when you’re driving to Kampala and Jinja Road when you’re driving to Jinja. We are driving to Jinja. Past lush green tea plantations and long lines of potted flowers. Past school students in all different colors of uniform – the…

By Mommy Emily I’m standing in the middle of Costco with a cart full of things we really don’t need surrounded by people pushing carts filled with things they really don’t need in a warehouse lined with shelves stacked with things we’re all convinced we can’t live without. In three days I’ll be standing on…

image of Mommy emily as a child

(a post by Mommy Emily) Her name was Solange. She was as thin as an extinguished matchstick, sitting there in the dark in her parents’ living room where she’d been confined to the corner for life because she was blind, and mute, and a disgrace to her people. They preferred to pretend she wasn’t there…

We’re dancing in the living room, my two-year-old daughter and I. I’ve been cleaning windows but she’s led me to the carpet, saying “up, up,” and we’re twirling now to Christy Nockels singing all about Jesus. Aria’s head leans back and she closes her eyes and for a moment, I am not checking off items…

I watched hope bloom

by The Lulu Tree Founder re: her latest trip to Uganda Pastor Soka stands tall and lean in Kiranga village, in a church half-built, red bricks stacked painstakingly by an arthritic man in his congregation. A grandma they call Jjaja Hallelujah sits across from us in a faded second-hand windbreaker with a broken zipper over…

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