As we neared the top of the mountain we could still hear the church music playing down below. It had been a much longer walk than we had anticipated and our bodies had soaked up all the humidity in the air. The view at the top was amazing, we could see the whole town and […]
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The thick African bush began closing in around our legs and as we hacked through the prickly vines that grabbed at us from the earth below and we began to shove past the huge tree branches, I began to loose sight of my Ghanaian guide. It was nine-thirty when we first stepped into the bush— each […]
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I remember my first 4-H meeting, in the basement of a small church. My Dad made it sound like it would be fun, and maybe it would have if they hadn’t expected me—ME—to stand and state my name, age, and where I went to school. As a child of 9, I had no idea how […]
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