“Phew, what is that smell?” I asked my husband after noticing a strong odor in our Zambian home for several days.

I was a furious storm of crossing off lists, submitting papers, and incessantly checking my email. My Type B personality doesn’t do well with mounds of paperwork and fine print instructions, which are all par for the course in the international ad...

For a few adventurous years, my husband and I directed a study abroad program overseas. We carved a campus out of the jungle and housed college students on a remote coconut plantation in the South Pacific Ocean. No running water, no electricity, n...

Clear, cold mountain water splashes over rocks as it rushes downstream. Sparkling green hummingbirds flutter between lacy white flowers in the eucalyptus branches high above my head. A Quechua shepherd walks her sheep down the dirt road next to th...