Aftera final rallyour last night in Berlin, in which most of us stayed out nearly until it was time to cab it to the airport, we were all lagging. To put it mildly. Out of the group of seven, only three of us continued on from Berlin to Dusseldorf to NYC. While making my way t...
When mychildren left the nest, I flew away, too. I landed in Morocco. Solo. Sight unseen. I signed a two-year contract to teach English at The American School of Marrakesh. I hoped totravel cheaply, write more, and choose faith over fear. My daughter, 24, and son, 21, said I had...