Reflections on My High School Years and Meeting My Best Friend
I anxiously joined the line of girls in the playground, waiting to go in for the first day of school. I was considerably shorter than average. I looked up at the tall girls in front of and behind me,...
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I tripped and fell as I scrambled away from the group following me. Since the rounded wall was hard to hide behind safely, I had to get up and push forward without delay. A sense of panic came in waves...
View ArticleInto the Woods with Mom
Mom and my younger sister, Anne, had come to visit me in Boulsa, Upper Volta (now Burkina Faso), a sleepy town of 6,000 people. It was 1979. I had secured a good, paid internship there with Foster...
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