The body lurched again. The head, wet with sweat earlier, was now dry. Her short, blonde hair was matted. Celeste whimpered. Like she had so many... Read More →
We exited back through the revolving door. Lots of hotels use revolving doors but in Russia they’re symbolic. Amy spoke with Julia on the way to... Read More →
My grandpa thought teaching kids responsibility was easy. In his day and circumstances the resources to accomplish that feat were certainly more... Read More →
An international family, like ours, needs to consider how to turn differences into strengths rather than allowing them to be weaknesses.... Read More →
We verbally crowded to the front of the fee line and the woman moved in halftime getting us a receipt. Fortunately there was a crowd instead of a... Read More →