Thursday, January 12, 2012


You used to sing me Kumbaya at night so I could sleep, sitting on the edge of the bed where I lay, always on the left side, hugging the corner of the mattress. I don’t know why I liked the left side, but I did.
You were a real singer, or at least I thought you were, or had been at some time; your voice warm and gentle, with perfect rises and perfect falls.
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya.
It was a song we sort of laughed about in later years: Oh, remember that? So long ago. What does it even mean?
I still sleep on the left side of the bed, though I hadn’t heard it in a while. I hated you for a long time. You were so good to me.
A month ago you and I found ourselves sitting on a dirt slope at an orphanage in Uganda, not really knowing how or why. The orphans were playing on our laps, so many of them—2, 3, 4 of them piling on our stomachs as we lay, hugging them, letting it all happen. They played with our hair; a boy, the one you joked about adopting, fixed your shirt so your cleavage wouldn’t show. I was filming. You laughed and I think the laugh turned into a cry. We looked out into the hills and sang; I was sitting on the left side. We made harmony.
Come by here, my Lord, Come by here.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Total Stats

Below are the final stats from our Uganda medical mission:

Total patient consults: 1,312
HIV tests: 22 of 714 positive
HIV Female: 17 of 422 positive 
HIV Male: 5 of 292 positive
Malaria tests: 42 of 233 positive
Syphillis tests: 12 of 133 positive 
Typhoid tests: 40 of 99 positive 
Urinary analyses: 5 of 25 positive 
Pregnancy tests: 6 of 21 positive

Also, all other Uganda photos are on my online Picasa album:

Happy New Year!