The Dance of the Samburu

I watched the girls whisper to each other, their hands cupped over their mouths in playful secrecy. I chuckled to myself, thinking how universal the scene was. It reminded me of my high-school days, my friends and I giggling over my latest crush. The men, a few feet […]

On the Heels of Hemingway

I’d never seen a shark butchered before, and I wasn’t particularly sure I wanted to see it then. A man with cigar-sized digits hacked at its lifeless head with a black blade the length of my forearm. Blood and sea water oozed out of its mouth as he […]