The Wrong Goodbye
Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows I wake sometime in the night, haunted by the ghost of an old, torn up elephant, the ghost of my mother...
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I got up close and personal with an elephant trunk... On a recent visit to the Elephant Cafe in Livingston, Zambia, I had the mind...
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I watched a kid being born. As in a goat, that is. A goat I suggested be named Esmeralda. Why? Because I could. And because they wanted a...
This is Africa
TIA. This Is Africa. And much like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get. I had rather grander visions...
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I watched the storm roll in over the Inyanga Mountains... ...of Northeastern Zimbabwe. The vivid green of moments before paled and...
The Hearts of Horses
Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows by Susannah Cord Why is it, I wonder, as I let my hand run down Libra’s neck, not white but a rich...
White Horse Inn, Bvumba Mountains, Zimbabwe
A Cosy Sojourn in the Mountains of the Mist High in the Bvumba Mountains of northeast Zimbabwe, snuggled in a fold of the lush and...