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O' LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM:
CHURCH OF THE NATIVITY INSTILLS MESSAGE OF HOPE
Winding through the outskirts of Jerusalem, the road to Bethlehem passes modern neighborhoods packed with concrete apartment buildings and flat-roofed houses. Gnarly olive trees, tobacco and grapevines grow on limestone-rimmed terraces climbing from the valley to nearby hilltops. All appears tidy, prosperous, well-maintained — and safe.
At the border isolating Palestinian Bethlehem from Israel, the serene setting surrenders to tension. Read more...
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THE BOND THAT ENDURES
Four young girls beamed through the glossy finish of a faded black-and-white photo. The image captured us four sisters the "big girls" and the "little girls" at our home in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, some 40 years ago. As I leafed through the yellowed scrapbook, nostalgia swept over me. Too much time had gone by since our last reunion. Read more...
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MIND OVER PALATE CONQUERS THE ENEMY
"I can't stand the stuff," I chuckled when my Brazilian friend, Si, asked if I would like some mingal. Her offer awakened memories of the last time I drank this hot, corn meal drink 30 years ago in a small town in northeastern Brazil. Fresh out of college, I was a wide-eyed Peace Corps Volunteer, assigned to Itiruçu, an agricultural community of 3,000 people with no running water, no phones, erratic electricity, six televisions and one doctor. Read more... |
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ESSAY: HAWAIIAN CUSTOM TAPS FAMILY ROOTS
Sitting under a palm-roofed shelter, we listen intently as a native Hawaiian "tells story." A breeze caresses the hot, tropical air. Waves crash against jagged cliffs jutting into the ocean. On our final day of touring the islands, a resort has arranged for two elders – kahunas – to tell us about Hawaiian heritage, customs and legends. Read more...
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POCKET TRAVEL: A FATHER/DAUGHTER JOURNEY
I found myself unexpectedly taking a trip with Dad for the first time since my childhood. Back then, Mom, Dad and we four kids piled into the sedan for two-week action-packed road trips. This time, though, Dad and I set out alone. And under starkly different conditions. You see, he traveled in my pocket. Read more... |
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