Jane Seidel

The span of America between DC and New York is so strange to me and I can’t figure out how to articulate the feeling.

It feels like a developer aimed to fit maybe just one more Holiday Inn amongst a row of already cramped budget hotels for a stretch of 225 miles.

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Jamhuri Day

I have never seen Kenyan flags hanging in doorways or from apartment windows. Those of us who grew up under the tyrant Moi associate them with forced performances of patriotism.

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We all sit on our mats and talk about the weather, or Whitney’s chickens

As I got ready for yoga class, I thought about having a baby.

Okra in Lagos

I’ve arrived at lunchtime, though of course Mummy would have fed me at any hour.