Observations on people and life and the lessons we learn along the journey...
The last time I was in a parade, I was five years old. It started raining, and my father jumped into the parade to shelter me with his umbrella. I got to march along in my little majorette outfit, oblivious to the rain. Happy memories of being in a Christmas parade, long ago. That was …
There’s a magical place in northern Tanzania straight out of a National Geographic special. Here, the waters of Mt. Kilimanjaro flow through a hidden village. People can well this water and have it in their homes. Every plant and flower is medicinal. There are 35 different kinds of bananas. The villagers make your Arabica coffee from scratch, …