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Children, are you lost?

It was a new-to-us botanic garden. Shaded pathways led through the foliage of South Africa and plants of New Zealand. Each curve brought curiously shaped leaves and vibrantly blooming flowers. I allowed the three older children, the oldest nine, to explore freely. After an hour of bamboo groves, manzanita habitat and all type of herbage…
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The Hunt – Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia

The hunt began the moment I walked through customs. Being Mongolia, you might think this hunt takes place on horseback in the remote steppe, using the sharp eyes and talons of an eagle. But those are very skilled hunters. I haven’t been trained in that kind of hunting. I walked to the grocery store down…
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Globalized locally

I grabbed my upholstery fabric, memorably purchased in Jerusalem’s old city in 2017. I think he said the perfectly patterned material was made in Syria. My craigslist find 1980’s chair was already in the back of the minivan. After I dropped my youngest kids off with a friend, I drove 20 minutes to my favorite…
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Catastrophe in Mozambique – have you heard?

Fifteen miles inland, the BBC reporter told me last night, is an inland sea. The ocean no longer stops at the shore in central Mozambique, but has moved miles inland. The river has become a bay, drowning the city. This was a shore where as a high-schooler I explored ship wrecks, played sand volleyball and…
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San Diego – climatic dissonance

As the sun rose in the east, the neighbor’s heavy-laden avocado tree glowed pink with new light. The palm trees gently shook their fronds as the temperature began its morning rise, eventually reaching a pleasant 65 degrees. But we weren’t preparing to stay and enjoy the weather. We had a picnic to pack and chains…
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The Journey Tree

“Time to take down the tree that smells like vomit and clean up the huge mess.” A friend posted something along those lines on social media recently. Indeed, rotting tree stump is an unpleasant aroma. And I know I’ll be finding needles under the couch at least until Memorial Day. As I carefully removed the…
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George H. W. Bush, from a dung floor under a tin roof in Chebitet, Kenya

I have mental snapshots and memories of the main house on the family compound. We were living with a Kipsigis family on their rural Kenyan land, surrounded by rolling hills, grazing cows, and red dirt. In this main building, we shared meals around a long table and the boys slept in the corner, having given…
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Pumpkin Patch Island Style – Oahu, Hawaii

Seasonal traditions aren’t constrained by climate. I have celebrated many a Christmas in the southern hemisphere, sweat pouring from my brow, dripping onto the wrapping paper on my lap from a just-opened gift. Christmas doesn’t always mean snow, cold, and a warm fire. I have spent Easters anticipating the cool-ish rains, glad to leave the…

