I’m a stay-at-home mom who lives in the middle of a game reserve in Malawi, Africa. I have an incredible husband, who works in wildlife conservation, and two hilarious daughters that I often refer to as my littles.
We have a waterhole in front of our home so the girls and I have the pleasure of watching animals parade by on a daily basis. We almost always have a troop of baboons around the house and herds of elephant come by regularly as well as buffalo, zebra, warthog, impala, nyala, waterbuck, and kudu. It’s a good life.
Boo, my little, will soon be three and Kooks, my littlest little, is 14 months younger. The rest of my family is in the States and my husband’s family is spread throughout Southern Africa, so I’ve had to figure out this parenting thing without a whole lot of support. Just like the Peace Corps, it’s the toughest job you’ll ever love.
And yes, the Peace Corps is how I ended up on this continent in the first place. Here I am in Zambia in front of my first mud hut in 1998. I lived there for two years.
I later became a Mud Hut Mama when Boo was 7 months old and I was pregnant with Kooks. We lived here for the first half of my pregnancy while my husband was building the headquarters for a conservation project.
Before Kooks was born, we moved to Malawi and into a more modern house. This is where we are currently living.