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“Boy, I wish I could be a part of that,” I thought as we walked past several women chatting...
“Boy, I wish I could be a part of that,” I thought as we walked past several women chatting...
“Am I really a global worker?” She was new on the field. She had a baby in her arms...
When we all entered our second culture, something interesting happened. We lost ourselves. Some of us
I like to watch people’s hands. Some are graceful, some are not. Some are small and delicate, some are...
