My mind skipped back to that summer afternoon Stateside just a few weeks ago. Great Aunt Beth’s funeral had...
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July 1, 2002
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My mind skipped back to that summer afternoon Stateside just a few weeks ago. Great Aunt Beth’s funeral had...
It never comes. A guest, children, laundry, these swallow up my best hours until I, exhausted, have to rest...
I’ve learned much since living in Indonesia. One of my first lessons was that eggs don’t have to come...
“Hey, Mister!” I turned my head just as the tinny motorcycle darted past. The schoolboy’s taunt echoed in my...