visual updates for all you right-brainers...


poem's sisters, all grown up and living in ocean view. L to R: mckayla, melissa, spune.



capricorn boys overlooking the burial of one of their own. RIP Mabuti.



christmas 2010.



the boys played soccer while the girls played shy.



crazy people on a crazy elevator.



penny and i went to prom as dates. they had a foam machine. this was the state of her feet after five minutes. see next photo for details.



the child is bonkers.



visiting keaton in prison (the one getting his nose pseudo-picked :) he recently was hit by a car and really struggling. pray for my little man)



on my way to simonstown via train. try to blame me for living in south africa :)



the old man who lives at beth rapha.



me and my little men: leshwin and ryan.



penny shot.



the child loves her dried meat. (it beats gas station beef jerky any day of the week, american readers).



penny's breakfast at the old biscuit mill. no wonder she loves me :)



band performing at the coffee expo, old biscuit mill (for you non-capetonians, it's a saturday market that's really super fun).



money shot: chapman's peak sunset.



and another.



and another.



the craziest tree i ever did see!



fine print on penny's latest drawing says "i want 8 kids, move to mexico, and i know who i'm going to marry." small girl, big dreams!



two beth rapha boys praying for one another after church.



birds flying over table mountain.



sunset from my bedroom window.



baby ashley and i in capricorn.


milkshakes in cape town with penny and her best friend nontombi.


4th of july party with the other americans in cape town (penny made us add the "& south africa" bit).



sitting with waani's mom shanaaz in capricorn, my little man fast asleep.


cape town luuuv's you all.

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  1. StacieAugust 9, 2011 at 4:07 PM

    is everyone else just afraid to comment on your blog? i know you don't write it just for me! love to see pictures and see names reappear from some of your first stories... love you!

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  2. UnknownAugust 10, 2011 at 10:49 PM

    Girl I have been telling you for years that you are my only reader! Believe it :)

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