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Djibouti Jones Published Essays, 2016

I published more than 50 essays in 2016.

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When I write that I feel shocked. What?! 50?! That’s a lot of words, some of them were longform, some super short, and that’s not counting blog posts but it does explain why the blog has slowed down. If only writing paid more than pennies by the hour. *sigh*

Here are some of the highlights:

Published in 2016

Runners World

Running the World, Djibouti

 

Outpost Magazine

Christmas in the Devil’s Lair

 

Brain Child

I Know I Should Boast about Battle Scars

Traveler, Writer, or Mother?

Can Kids Make Us Happy?

How to Wake Up a Teenager in 16 Easy Steps

Things No One Told Me About Grief

 

EthnoTraveler

Beirut Has a Trash Problem

Who Was Hawa Tako?

Around the World in Toilets

Letter from Bankoulé

Dreams of Djiboutian Glory

Tea Time at the TB Clinic

 

A Life Overseas

How Much Awesomeness Can We Really Handle?

Why Is It Always About Money?

White Savior Barbie Nails It

8 Ways for Expats Who Stay to Stay Well

 

Babble

Being an American Mom, Raising Kids in Djibouti

To the Mom Who Just Had Twins: You Can Do This

People Say We Fight A Lot

22 Ways Teenagers are Basically Super-Sized Toddlers

 

Christmas in Djibouti

Quick link: Christmas in the Devil’s Lair

I’m excited about this piece, my first in Outpost Magazine and another longform story, a form I love to work in (meaning longer than a few hundred words).

As my family endures mishaps, heat, and salt instead of snow on Christmas, I wrestle with whether or not we’ll make it here in Djibouti. The story took place a long time ago but the sentiments remain the same.

Check out this cool picture my mom took of me hiking at Ardoukoba Volcano near the Salt Lake (which features in the story) just last weekend. An angelic vision to counteract the demonic histories, perhaps? Highly unlikely, especially if you know me, but still a pretty funky photo, no editing involved.

Devil's Lair

When outsiders describe Djibouti, they often rely on Satanic metaphors: demons, hell, the Devil himself. In 1930, Frenchman Joseph Kessel described the gorge surrounding Lake Assal, the lowest point in Africa, as sculpted by demons; explorers named a nearby mountain the “Light of Hell”; and an island off the coast was known as Devil’s Island, home to the king of the jinn. Tales told that this devil king hid his minions, gold and honey on the island, and that he threw stones at anyone who ventured too close.

Italo Calvino wrote in Invisible Cities that travellers take delight not in a city’s seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of theirs. Do travellers in Djibouti see demons to understand why they feel haunted? And what will I find down the winding roads that sliced through swirling desert sands and black lava fields?

I don’t even know what question I am asking, but I know I need to get out of Djibouti City.

Click here to read the rest: Christmas in the Devil’s Lair

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