Linnea Ashley on November 6th, 2011

At the time I didn’t realize it was a race. In my mind the canoe was simply a lazy way to enjoy the beaming sun as we waited for the border between South Africa and Botswana to open. And so the Orange river was my personal chauffer. I flung one long brown leg over the […]

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Linnea Ashley on September 20th, 2010

September 19, 2010 Iganga Town, Uganda The music meandered from marvin gaye’s sexual healing with a techno beat dropped in, it to shakira’s world cup African anthem. Bubbles O’Leary, one of Kampala’s busiest night spots, was equally diverse. I spent most of the evening trying not to stare as people mingled inexplicably. I say inexplicably […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 15th, 2010

August 15, 2010 Mabira, Uganda Tired from the cold night huddled in a bed with three of my colleagues, a disconcerting dream lingering like the early morning dampness under forest cover, we trudged up the muddy incline leading to the road out of Mabira forest. A truck full of UVP interns and staff slowed to […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 7th, 2010

August 6, 2010 We angled the car into a space under the dappled shade of a tree. The dust settling along the dirt road we’d traveled. A cluster of women rose to their feet and began ululating and dancing – voices and hips raising and lowering in circuits of joy. We had arrived. The village […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 17th, 2010

It was exquisite. Despite sleep still pressing lightly on my senses, I could hear it in the distance. I mistook it for a call to prayer – the voice clearly singing Arabic – but the sound was not a call to prayer, it was music. And at the far reaches of 5am, the sun still […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 17th, 2009

It’s the touching. A slight graze of a hand on my shoulder, down my arm. Or sometimes I catch myself watching as his hand slides down her side to her hip and rests there softly, or while dancing, his hands lightly guide her behind to move with him. It feels pornographic. Not because it is […]

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Linnea Ashley on July 4th, 2009

i’m not a religious person so it may seem a strange thing to struggle with…but i was brought up in a religious family. and my ideals haven’t strayed far from where they started. so grace isn’t foreign to me. i think of grace as a gift we are wish to receive and as such should […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 7th, 2009

i was determined today. late night be damned. today i was going to class. so when i rolled out of bed later than i anticipated i didn’t let breakfast…er…lunch, or the need for it, deter me. instead i putzed around the house for a while, got dressed and headed into the surprisingly warm noon day. […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 3rd, 2009

In the darkened theatre, my breath melded into the breathing of hundreds, all waiting for something magnificent, waiting to be moved. It is a collective inhalation of expectation while the curtain rises. They stand in their many poses, muscles tight in anticipation. Waiting to move…waiting to move the audience. This was my first Alvin Ailey […]

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Linnea Ashley on June 10th, 2008

dim sum and cherries. cherries more than dim sum. the bay area has figured out the perfect recipe for summer wonder. a bunch of crunchy granola types huddled around a parking lot full of tents with tables brimming over with everything fresh and delicious imaginable (as long as its in season). this week was the […]

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