So when I left Ghana the last time I left angry and broken-hearted. I had arrived with high hopes of attempting to settle down a second time by looking for work and starting some writing projects. My second attempt went horribly wrong and I returned to the U.S. emotionally bankrupt nine months later. So even … Continue reading On Makala and Jazz; The Hermeneutics of Memory
A Million Hands Are Reaching
Reach out and touch someone today.
