First the hand off. We are passed from one librarian to the next -- from SIS to KIS -- from Chris to Kris Feller -- at Sunday brunch. Righ...

Gyenongbok Palace: Pictures don't do justice to this massive building. The changing of the guard is a serious procession complete with ...

Banners in the hall, coffee and brownies in the library, and attentive students -- what more could any poet ask? The grounds of the school ...

When burdened with too much baggage, dehydrated for fresh air and fluids, invariably sweating because it seemed easier to wear that coat tha...

“She is the light which draws all the butterflies,” says a teenaged boy of his mother in the book Mother without a Mask by Patricia Holton....

ESOL is for amateurs at Rabat American School. Here the norm is ETOL or EFOL -- English as a third or fourth language -- or more, I am rem...

It’s nobody’s job to shut the doors on the train speeding from Marakech to Fez in Morocco. Cars do-si-do, in a rhythmic two-step, doors wid...

This is Morocco -- food and frenzy. Everywhere "we are welcome," which generally means, do you want to buy? We were met at the a...

All December we were boxed in -- by the weather and by deadlines. Three deadlines for me for books upcoming in 2010: ZOMBIES! EVACUATE THE ...

I found this embedded on a friend's blog, so I did what all good researchers do, I copped the URL. Yesterday was a good day for a melt d...

If we're going to the beach, you have to put on shoes. I don't want to wear shoes. Here let me help you. I can't find my shoes. ...