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A Letter from my Mom

Dear Dakin It’s not been long since I’ve been gone.  You buried me last month.  And my being on this side, in this world, isn’t something that words can even explain.  But I didn’t write to explain where I am.  I’m writing to tell you a few things now, that I couldn’t tell you while I was alive, especially in those many years towards the end, when I wasn’t completely your mother. Life is mostly about working with what you have.  I may have taught you differently; wanted you to be more, better than, excel.  In fact, I know I … Read more

What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?

I know very little. I’m not a religious expert or a spiritual guru. I know that many have gone before and will come after, who have significant insights to offer. I know that I often get it wrong. But I also know that I want to know. To know more. I want to know what happens on the plane that we can’t see. What happens behind (and on top of and along with) existence. Where and how—and why—people have found purpose. I know that I struggle with institutional religions but that over four billion people can’t have it all wrong. … Read more

Start with what you know

We’re sitting at a rooftop bar in Dar es Salaam overlooking the night-lit harbour. The foyer downstairs smells of clammy, sweet perfume, just like the bronze-crusted hotels in my childhood did. Colonial gold bangles jangle and slow music plays. Upstairs, two nothing-special drinks cost more than the six-plate meal George and I would share later, in a much rougher part of town. We’re on a middle date. The kind where we are already impressed by the other but still trying to be impressive. Our banter is easy, and wit flows quick and fast. We get philosophical and then intellectual and, … Read more