For much of my married life, I have lived in Asia. When I’m alone I’m one of the dark haired masses until I open my mouth and opportunist that he is, the watermelon guy increases his price by half. But when I’m with my husband; an American from the heartland of Ohio, broad shoulders, pale … Continued
There I was; my eyeball a hair’s breadth (literally) from a modern yet archaic tool known as a curling iron – for eyelashes. The heat coming off the electric curler made my eyes start to water. I blinked back the tears and nervously carried on, knowing that one errant jerk of my wrist and I … Continued
At the time I left home for a two decade-plus foray in Asia, Colonel Sanders was still running around drowning buckets of chicken in deep-fat fryers, and all I owned could fit in one suitcase. Not any suitcase though, the nearly extinct fabric covered cardboard type with rusty metal snaps that with some twine and … Continued
