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October 10, 2017

It looked like a field of colorful lightbulbs for the Jolly Green Giant. Well, that is until you got to the row of character hot air balloons. These looked like toys. Then, all 550 randomly took to the sky, flying off into the distance.

The Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque did not disappoint.

I think my favorite part was the "dawn patrol." A few balloons volunteered to be the first up...

July 18, 2017

Taking a hiatus from anything is good and bad.

Good = a renewed excitement after a break

Bad = forgotten skills

When I picked my camera back up this summer, there were a lot of things I'd forgotten. Before I took a break, I bought a "hobby" camera that was light and easy to carry around, an Olympus OM-D 1. It was the latest and greatest mirrorless 4/3s camera on the market at the ti...

July 10, 2017

I wrote this story years ago when I lived in Nairobi. It didn't get much coverage but was one that was always dear to my heart. I often went with Mama Jordan to the street in the mornings when I was not on assignments.

n the grey gloom of first light it looks like a pile of trash – a clutter of cardboard and cloth on damp pavement.

A run-down delivery truck picks its way down the...

May 13, 2017

A line of trucks pulling carnival rides pulls into town. Streets get blocked off. Kids stop on their walk home from school to watch the rides go from ugly iron to amazing, beautiful displays of lights and daring ... it's the Thursday before Satanta Day and it marks the unofficial beginning of the annual celebration for the small Kansas town called Satanta.

The two-night carni...

April 9, 2012

The waiter and hotel security guard walked to my breakfast table with serious looks. I smiled, trying to diffuse anything that I might have inadvertently done in their South Asian country. I was here to write a story and didn’t want to cause problems.

The guard urged the English-speaking waiter to confront me. The waiter fidgeted and finally asked, “Why are you so kind to us?”

I st...

March 11, 2012

We sit chatting quietly about art and bond over it being an outlet for our grief and hardships: his — surviving Japan’s triple disaster; mine — reporting on it and so many other crises around the world.

The retired schoolteacher points to a drawing he made after reading 1 Corinthians 13:13 for the first time. He doesn’t know why, but that verse encourages him and makes him feel li...

January 2, 2010

It was just moments until cocktail hour. My two friends and I fidgeted around the table, waiting on the fourth person in our party to get back from the spa's sauna. Kristen lounged, fanning herself in regal fashion. I smoothed down my dress, trying to make myself presentable.

We couldn't wait any longer. The thought of cocktails was just too tempting, so Mary pronounced cocktail h...

November 13, 2007

Mwangi nervously looked out the car window. The terrain became more familiar the closer he got to his home village in Kenya. He wasn’t sure if his family would welcome him back or not. But, he was willing to suffer the consequences.

Two years ago, Mwangi ran away from home. A friend convinced him they should hitch a ride to Nairobi and experience “city life.”

At first, it was a fun...

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