My dream of beating the system vanishes when I notice a lumbering yellow bus ahead, turning down the same back road I’ll be taking.
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Family and the fine art of hospitality.
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White Horses
There’s only one thing better than a thrift store, and that’s the swap shop.
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Sidelined
On a typical spring morning in glorious retiree-land, I woke, got caffeinated, wrote a little something, and worked up a sweat in our gardens. I came into the house, showered, and washed my hair. Remembering Bob had said earlier he might have to drive into town today, I pulled on a denim shift: going-to-town clothes. […]
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Not in Ghana
Sometimes I wake up and think for a moment I’m still in Kumasi but that notion vanishes as soon as I begin listening to the sounds of the pre-dawn day. You know you’re not in Ghana anymore when: The first pre-dawn sounds are tires on asphalt, not half a dozen roosters Its freezing outside and […]