For months I have been kicking myself for going to Ghana in August instead. It would have been so much nicer at Christmas when everyone else was home as well, and definitely more enjoyable to go with Sheela. But I didn't. I am here in the grey-slightly warming-up, sun-struggling-to-peek-through, Bay
The Third Installment of the AWWR Publication
I. IMMIGRANTS IN A FOREIGN LAND So if we’re going to be so darn fussy, about who is “different” then shouldn’t we all return to our original homelands? But of course, there are quite a few Americans today who cannot trace their ancestry back to their original locations, so where does that leave them? May I suggest: Ambassadors for peace, embracing and extending warm welcomes to all new immigrants?
Musings of An African Woman 