Sabrina Lloyd

I have been studying Doris Lessing for a class on postcolonial literature. I just came across her speech for her 2007 Nobel prize win and wanted to share it. It’s something we should all read. Link here:  Lessing #exams #expat #literature

I love this spot where the sky meets the sea. It is our playground. It is my heaven. Every day, rain or shine, bundled against cold, or shedding against heat, this is where we come. Living all over the world is so hard sometimes, but this is why we do it. Had Uganda not been so difficult we would have never found this. When we came back to North America I wasn’t sure what would happen. Would I settle back into the easy life and never want to go? Would I again want what I had

It’s the beginning of spring. It’s spring break. The rhythm of schooled days have turned into a tossed windstorm of bike rides, beach combing, farm visits, field running, and play dough covered hands. Children who never seem to stop moving, eating, needing, loving. All day we play, run, eat, until we collide with our pillows at night. Today, I watched them laugh for a solid hour. Laugh so hard their cheeks became flushed, tears running down from the  joy of their secret share

My son and I found this piece of bark on one of our long beach walks. It is completely whole, round, having fallen off and come apart from a tree without breaking. I imagine the log tossed in waves, smashed against rocks, water massaging and tearing at the bark little by little until it unhinged itself and floated back to shore. I’ve been thinking a good deal about memories now that the time for our next move is coming nearer and nearer. How we always have to start over, rein

Uganda was familiar yet so much had changed. It still remains running in my blood, when I look at my daughter I am there, she wraps the county around me so I can still smell it and feel it, even long for it. I see in her the people I knew for 4 years, the people on the street, in the shops, walking along the road. I see them all when I look at her. And miss them. How lucky I am to have lived in the country my daughter is from for 4 years. To know that part of her. The city is