Dears, This trip almost didn’t happen. Between a stomach bug and threats of terrorism, I nearly cancelled our trip to Cairo. But when my father died, just about 3 years ago — from complications of Alzheimer’s disease — I swore to impart my son David with adventure, not fear. I had my doubts, though, but after much…

Dears,  For the last three decades I’ve had the exact same hesitations when faced with unloading the dishwasher. I don’t feel like dealing with you. This is going to take forever. I’m just not up for it.  But once I commence with what actually is a painless and fleeting process, my thoughts swing in the opposite direction. I love putting…

Dears, I haven’t felt much like blogging lately. A friend of mine passed away, and I’ve been thinking so much about his family. I’ve been dreaming about them all. In fact, one night I dreamt that our families were equipped only with plastic inflatable swimming and floating devices as we rafted down the Mekong river…