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The Nature Channel
Stephen is gone for a few days, the dogs are laying on the cool tile floor digesting their dinner and I, with a cup of Ovaltine, am watching the Nature Channel. On the inside of our screen is a adult mantis – called an imago at this final stage of...
The Bride Price
Now several years old, this photo is well worn from the many hands that have held and caressed it I enjoy showing my African friends, especially ladies, my picture of our daughter, Danielle, and her family. They will intently look and look all the while asking...
Death Bed
It’s only 7:45 in the morning and this is the condition of my day? Really? Dirty dishes from yesterday are still piled on and around the sink. The unmade bed is loaded with clean, waiting-to-be-folded laundry. Freshly washed laundry is waiting to be hung on the line. Supplies which came...
My Home in the Hills
The Kangari Hills in predawn light during the rainy season Like a battalion of timeless sentinels, the rolling Kangari Hills silently stand watch over our village. Baomahun is completely surrounded by hills, it’s like being in a bowl; every direction one looks there they are,...
