This is another Harare memory from spring 2009.  I am officially in Zimbabwe attending an art festival… with a personal side trip planned.  A Zimbabwean dancer friend, living in NYC, wants me to visit her mom who operates an orphanage in Harare. I take a cab into the suburbs to meet Francesca who is indeed a remarkable woman just as her daughter claimed. Her story is of widowhood, raising young children,… Read More