If I look up from my office computer in southeast Portland I see a patchwork of brick buildings interspersed by evergreen patches of forest, all pushing up against a lead-colored sky. It’s winter in the Pacific Northwest, and we’re a couple months into a rainy season that will probably last until April. Lucky me, I love the rain and cold—as long as I get enough kung fu and yoga, I’m happy all winter. Yes please, I’d love to wear my striped sweater for six more months. Bring on the cider.
You don’t want my job. My job has me holed up in a dingy hotel in Bonga, Keffa, while teenaged protesters march into the guns of the federal soldiers tasked to clear the road and, I have a sneaking suspicion, I’m the American backup hostage plan for the organizers. My job has me making tough decisions not every week, but every day—decisions that affect not just myself and my family, but the people who trust me. My job fires life into every vein; I wake eager and terrified at once to move forw...
Kaffa, Ethiopia: The people here carry their identity close to the bone, pride pulsing with their blood — and never was this clearer than on the days of Nov. 7-11, 2018, when they staged peaceful protests in Bonga, the administrative center of the Kaffa zone.
The Keffa people, who had never protested before, had blocked the roads for 50 kilometers surrounding Bonga, and had absolutely no intention of relinquishing until their demands were met or the federal soldiers were brought in, whichever...
I bumbled into tech. Read about it here, for Breaking Into.
Beer and coffee were once big business for Kansas City; mega-roaster Folgers opened a downtown plant in 1908 (it closed last year), and macrobreweries like Rochester and Imperial churned out national brew until Prohibition.
June / July 2015 - There's a problem with coffee liqueurs: this one is better.
Life in Ethiopia's Coffeelands with a 5 year old and lots of goats.
Ninth in a series of posts on the intricacies of living in Ethiopia, working in coffee, and traveling as a family.