03/20/2026
Around 15 years ago we met a Swedish woman in Nairobi who had lost her daughter to cancer. She said that in Sweden, people couldn't handle her grief--they avoided her. But in Kenya she felt seen and her grief accepted. We've been thinking more and more about what it means to be seen and what it means to grieve a country and a sense of place. Read our ramblings below.
In love, peace, and tea-- Kate and Sara
Around 15 years ago I met a Swedish woman in Nairobi. She was in her 60s and a few years prior had lost her daughter, who was in her late 20s, to cancer. She was eccentric and our conversations would swing between sublime happiness and despair. On one of our outings to downtown Nairobi, with my knuc...