Notes from a Cave in Africa. Monday, May 7, 2012. Thomas was also my star pupil and the driving force for me teaching English in Village. She has fallen asleep in my arms countless times and I believe I am one of her favorite people around.

This is a blog beginning at the mid-point of my two year Peace Corps service in Mali. The title comes from a question a Malian woman asked me. The views and opinions expressed on this website are mine alone and do not necessarily represent those of the Peace Corps or the U. Sunday, September 12, 2010. If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly .

Tuesday, December 7, 2010. This will be my last post from Bamako, and I would be remiss if I did not spend a little time mentioning the flora and fauna that Bamako has to offer. The dirt soccer field? Pasture and sheep-market. The road? Fête Everyone gets dressed to the nines, in brand new bazins.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011. Kate Puzey Peace Corps Victims and Whistleblower Protection Act of 2011.

Movies and Midnight in Paris, take II. I really love seeing movies in this city. I know, I know its been a long time.

Monday, February 28, 2011. As you can imagine, neither of these documentaries do much to create a mood of happiness and joy. Rather, they are much the opposite, and present a message of how ridiculous and terrible humanity can be sometimes. It got me to thinking about my present situation and the world in general. Saturday, February 26, 2011. Saturday, January 29, 2011.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010. The Bride, Fazetti-19yrs old. We then piled into the car. It took us 2 hours to get there. It was nighttime and the dirt road was very muddy from a rainstorm 2 days before. Upon arrival,we were greeted with special drinks, and then a dance party. It was 2am by then! It was a beautiful night though, the Milky Way is above us now, and there were so many stars in the sky! Random Cute Little Girl Riding Her Pretend Horse. Fazetti and Siriba- Bride and Groom.

Sunday, January 30, 2011. While smoking among men seems much more prevalent here than in American, I do not remember having seen an Indonesian woman smoke. After the slaughter, Mary and her parents left.

Be it how it will, do right now. I met an Irishman named Peter once. It was in a village called Nkhotakota, on the shore of Lake Malawi, where he was volunteering as part of a youth development program. My brother and I had arrived late in the day and, it turned out, had the better part of a night to pass until the 64-year-old motor ship. After the Boston Marathon bombing last April, during the firefight in Watertown, residents recorded footage on their smart phones, uploaded .

Monday, January 19, 2009. So here is my opinion, in the detail and length it has to be to do justice to the all-important nuances. My main approach to evaluating the war is through international law. Another often-discussed claim is that.