Salt March to the Sea
Sometimes an idea captures your fancy and you can’t let it go. That’s what happened with me and the…
Sometimes an idea captures your fancy and you can’t let it go. That’s what happened with me and the…
What was it like for a little boy to love playing “Cowboys and Indians” and then one day learn… But…
I bought a handful of grapes for just-turned-2-year-old Kip at People’s Market (to try to redirect his hot pursuit for…
Friends from “our” Peace Corps village in Karnataka, India, make our going back there a celebration. Oh, don’t get me…
Published in KODAI, A Class News Magazine for Alumni and Friends of Kodaikanal International School, Tamil Nadu, India, 2016/2017. ©…
We returned from a conference to find heavy rains had left so much flooding at home. Wayne and I, and…
I believe in wonder and in wondering – amazement and curiosity, astonishment and inquisitiveness. I believe that wonder, with its…
I believe courageous conversations about our nation’s habit of violence are desperately needed. Last weekend’s news (Sept. 30 – Oct….
I hate making a fool of myself. It feels bad. For quite a while. I find myself re-running the incident…