By the end of the month, most people in the world will have experienced 31 days. I will have experienced 32 because I lived through Jan. 20, 2016, twice. Continue reading
Somehow, 28 days have passed since I arrived in Majuro, and, as I write, my reality is that I have one day left here. I have a very ambivalent heart and spirit, so it will be hard to tell you what I will and won’t miss. Continue reading
Molly has several tattoos on her body. One on her back, and one on her foot. I was with her when she got both of them in downtown Northampton several years ago. Continue reading
So, this is a continuation of the last blog. Scroll down to read it please, if you need to catch up.
Even having a massage is an adventure in Majuro. Continue reading
My daughter Molly has been more than a companion on this trip. She’s been a tour guide, an interpreter—the keeper of all information. Continue reading
Here’s a story I’ll put in the “You can’t make this shit up” category. It’s about my most memorable on-island adventure, to the southwest end, known as Laura, and it includes trash, fears of drowning and cockroaches. Continue reading