Ocean

My mother used to say this in the years my sister and I attended the UN School in New York: I gave up the possibility of owning a mink coat ...

If yesterday was miserably cold, today was still somewhat cold, but beautiful nonetheless. Blue skies and a warm sun meant that I could leav...

I wake up, look outside and tell myself – only a few more days of this. And that's a few days too many. Not wanting winter anymore, I ...

 There are so many trivial, yet perplexing issues you face when recreating an interior in a crumbling old farmhouse. I call Andy (the builde...

It’s eight in the morning, ninety minutes before the start of class for me and Ed and I are at Home Depot studying floor boards. I want you...

If you teach large classes (as I do), you can’t allow yourself to be easily embarrassed. A few weeks ago I spilled tea all over my white blo...

It’s late. The flight from Detroit to Madison was delayed and I’m on my last morsels of energy as Ed pulls up at the airport and I find spac...

I didn’t attend the parting debriefing – the session where the Cross Cultural Solutions Ghana director talked to the group about our volunte...

(Friday) A time of butterflies My fingernails look like I’ve been digging in rich black soil. It’s not that Hohoe is dirty. It’s hot here,...