Cup of Cold Water
A house near the coast, on the road to Papa.
“We have a clinic in Koki, and one in Papa” Colonel Chris said, pointing to the outer two of three large circles, “and a counseling center at Ela Beach,” she touched the middle of the three, “and they’re just not working.”
We hadn’t been in PNG 24 hours before I was being briefed on an immense and exciting challenge Continue reading →
The Visitor
Our frequent visitor scurries along the wall and then pauses, clinging to the spot with the little round pads at the ends of his toes. I think he looks at us with curiosity; we don’t look like most of the folks he’s used to seeing around his home.
It’s the little things
We moved to Papua New Guinea a little more than six weeks ago, and we’ve adapted fairly well to many of the big changes. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve begun to notice something. I find myself longing for insignificant things. A cold glass of fresh milk. Dryer-fluffed undershirts. Continue reading →
