Pro-Life Birth in Norway: A Grandma’s Perspective

As I reached for the phone, I glanced at the clock.  It was 5:00 AM.  This can’t be good, I thought. “Hello?” I croaked. The answer was unintelligible screaming.  I only made out one word: “Mooooom!”  You know how kids make “Mom” a four-syllable word when they want...

I Danced With the Maasai in Africa

For the week before I met Sheila, I’d seen Maasai women from a distance, tending to their children or plastering their homes with mud and dung. I had seen hundreds of tall, lean Maasai men walking by the side of Tanzanian roads. They wore the traditional red shuka and...

How Facebook Almost Ruined My Trip to Morocco

Our Moroccan guide, Zak, confirmed the setting of the sun with an i-phone app, then took a long drink.  “This is the best sip of water you will ever have,” he said, grinning. Our guide couldn’t eat or drink all day because it was Ramadan, the month when Muslims fast...

My Husband Travels Without Me. It’s All Good.

After a week taking pictures in Glacier National Park, Rick boarded the plane in Kalispell, Montana, this morning at 6:50. At 3:00 PM he fairly skipped to my car at CVG arrivals dragging a 50-pound suitcase, a 900-pound camera bag, and a sagging backpack, but he...

Do these chopsticks make me look fat?

  The sight of Mt. Fuji filled me with dread.  It was going to be another fat-shaming experience in the Land of the Rising Sun and the Small Bottoms.  ‘ My husband pretended not to notice that, with the exception of Sumo wrestlers, I was the broadest-beamed...

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