My Heart in Africa: Waiting on a Woman

My Heart in Africa: Waiting on a Woman

I prefer avoid international incidents when I travel.  However, on a previous trip to Africa the New York City Police surrounded our plane at JFK because of passengers behaving badly. I was not guilty.  The plane to Ghana was delayed for a day and a half waiting for a...
What Looks Back at Me Through a Camera Lens

What Looks Back at Me Through a Camera Lens

Although my Mommy didn’t send me off with a Ninja Turtle backpack and a kiss on the cheek, I still felt like a kindergartener on my first day at college. I was a late bloomer; a 27-year-old first time college freshman sitting in a room full of wet-behind-the-ears...
How Scars Turn Into Works of Beauty

How Scars Turn Into Works of Beauty

For the male species, a scar is either a bragging right of assumed valor or a confession to stupidity fueled by testosterone, peer pressure, and, sometimes, alcohol. My first scar appeared after I sliced open my big toe on broken glass. Like any ten-year-old idiot, I...
Why I Like to Build Things

Why I Like to Build Things

My wife handed me a small picture out of a magazine.  “Here,” she said with a twinkle, “this is the bed I want you to build us. When can you get started? Will it be done next Friday?”  While she possesses many strong virtues, patience is not one of them. It’s been a...