We’ve been hearing a lot lately about death and the apparel industry. Last week over 400 factory workers in Bangladesh were crushed and killed when the factory they worked in collapsed on them. This calamity was manmade and could have been prevented. Those mothers and fathers and children were making clothes headed to the global… Read More Calamities and apparel – where clothes go to die
Today I have the very distinct honor of posting a journal entry my mom wrote in 1988 before our family of six moved to Mozambique, a country in the midst of a brutal civil war. Over the course of this last month my mom has shared some personal details from her journals about the challenges… Read More Moving to a country in civil war – a letter to my small children
When I first visited Mozambique Island fifteen or so years ago, the colonial Portuguese Saint Sebastian fort contained piles of rusting cannonballs interspersed with patches of weeds. The coffins in the small chapel at the water’s edge still contained bones. The lid of one of the coffins was partially removed and we spotted a femur.… Read More Acoustics can’t be plundered – Mozambique Island, Mozambique
You can wear flip-flops to the new San Diego central market. My footwear rules are different for shopping at the San Diego market than the markets in some countries I’ve lived in. In those places, the first rule of shopping footwear is to wear something you can run in. You may need to chase down… Read More Central Market or central rip-off?
It is impossible not to stumble upon cemeteries when wandering streets or back country in any part of the world. When we happen upon one, we tend to be drawn inside as opposed to walking the opposite direction. Travel is often used as a means to escape the routine of daily life – cemeteries bring… Read More Paying respects along the way
I have mixed feelings about the side of the road. When I was a kid, road tripping through remote areas of Mozambique, the side of the road was where the land mines were. Sometimes there were signs – “Perigo Minas!” Sometimes there were trenches and yellow tape marking areas where a de-mining operation was… Read More the side of the road
Many times travel takes us to family or a significant event such as a wedding, graduation or funeral. We don’t pick the location, but we go. Such was the case last month when I took my girls to Loveland, Colorado. Yes, there really is a town called Loveland. In fact, many people we dearly love… Read More The “thing to do” in Loveland