As the sun sets over our isolated African village, I am preparing dinner by candlelight. The generator is broken...
As the sun sets over our isolated African village, I am preparing dinner by candlelight. The generator is broken...
There she was again! Poor woman, I thought – a leper. Imagine being a leper! As she shuffled from...
Thirteen years ago, I hugged my parents and sister good-bye, gave them one last kiss, and then boarded a...
One of the lovely memories of my thirty-two years in Ethiopia relates to an Old Country Roses bone-china tea...