Cash cab

My little miss is heading to Germany for a month this summer. She’s super excited to stay with family friends who will “treat her like a┬áperson, not a kid.” And she wants to do it all by herself; Momma has been instructed not to fly over with her....

One little word

Years ago, I often brown bagged my lunch and ate in the office canteen. A few of us eventually found ourselves eating together more often than not, and we got to know each other through conversation. One of my lunch buddies, who later became a good friend, was a woman...

Fanning the flame

When I wrote Beyond your ZIP code a week or so ago, I thought my passion for international youth exchange had been rekindled. Boy, was I wrong. Last Saturday I took part in the International Youth Exchange Expo that started this discussion. I represented one of four...