I Had to Ask Him to Marry Me

I Had to Ask Him to Marry Me

My date sat across from me at a romantic little table in one of Cleveland’s toniest restaurants and took a sip of his drink. He was relaxed and chatty as he told me all the fun things he wanted to show me in his new home town, but my stomach was doing backflips. We had known each other for decades and had reconnected after divorcing our first spouses. Although we were in love, and both of us...

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Confessions of a Terrible Writer

Confessions of a Terrible Writer

“I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but I’m a terrible writer,” my client said. “And I freeze whenever I have to write something for my business.” I hear that a lot. It seems as though our world is chock full of people who have little confidence in their ability to write and, even worse, they’re drenched with anxiety when they have to write something. Most of the people who have admitted...

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An Author with Security Issues

An Author with Security Issues

“Could you come over here, please, Miss?” There is a certain amount of vain delight that goes along with being called “Miss” at my age, especially since I’ve been married twice, given birth three times, lived at 36 different addresses since the day I arrived on the planet, and have a child who has been able to vote for almost a decade-and-a-half. What’s more, I remember the dawn of the 8-track...

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The Children Paid Attention in Class but This Was No English Lesson!

The Children Paid Attention in Class but This Was No English Lesson!

The children at the high school my group was visiting in Port Vila, in Vanuatu in the South Pacific, were model students. They listened politely, and although they volunteered reluctantly when asked, they had beautiful smiles and they paid careful attention to the instructions we provided; they  performed the required tasks flawlessly. We were joined in the common cause of passing on information...

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The Case of the Flushable Cell Phone

The Case of the Flushable Cell Phone

I raced out of the ladies’ restroom to rejoin my friends in the airport terminal, a collection of bags, pillows, and extra jackets swinging around me like rhubarb leaves in a summer garden. We were on our way to Mahuri Marae in New Zealand and our flight was going to be leaving from Auckland for Keri Keri any minute. I reached into my back pocket for my cellphone to check the time and, when I...

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Alliance with the Original Peoples of New Zealand

Alliance with the Original Peoples of New Zealand

We walked as a group to the House of the Ancestors on our first evening at the Mahuri Marae on the North Island of New Zealand, all of us wondering what the next few days would bring. The air was cool with the lengthening promise of winter and the stars overhead promised insight. We had left Dunedin in the South Island many hours earlier and we had travelled all day. We were tired and more than...

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