Every October since my mom, Denise, was diagnosed with breast cancer, I have run the Race for the Cure in her honour.  I vividly remember the first time I wrote her name on my race bib.  I was just learning to run and I wasn’t sure I could do the entire five kilometers.  During the race, there were times I could hardly breathe as I was overcome with so much emotion.  After the race, I sent that race bib off to my mom with a note expressing my love and hopes for her reco

Happy Midsummer’s Night’s Eve,

I know it’s been awhile since I wrote.  It always seemed that Sunday evening snuck up on me and I was out of gas to write.  The past few weeks have been filled with dental surgery, the start of teaching for the summer term, and training for Pumori.  I apologize for being missing in action in your in-boxes but also congratulating myself for taking a summer vacation away from my weekly updates.

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Jambo to All and Happy Birthday to my Niece Rayne,

A story saves a life a little
at a time by making us
see and hear and taste our lives
and dreams more deeply. 
A story does not rescue life
at the end heroically,
but all along the road continually. 
I do not make the story,
the story makes me.
(Witherell and Noddings)

I’ve been back in St. John’s for 36 hours and I’m trying rapidly to get my feet on the ground here.  Not that

Good Morning,

After an amazing morning in the Ngorogoro Crater watching lions hunt, feed, and mate, seeing the elusive black rhino, and sending more WOKie love to the wildebeests, we have returned to Arusha.  We were all bushed by the early morning and long drive.

Leslie, Abigail, and Marian are already in Dar es Saalam, and Karen and Nancy start flying towards home tonight.  Ann Marie heads for South Africa in the morning and the rest of us start flying tomorrow night.&nb