I do enjoy motorcycle trips. Maybe it’s the riding; perhaps the solitude, could be the inevitably scheduled visits with old friends. I...

genocide. torture. denial of basic human rights based on gender, religion, nationality, perspective, et cetera. Atrocities such as these...

The Cowboy Junkies were in Franklin, Tennessee Thursday night, which of course warranted a road trip for the Brothers Hogue. (Not to be...

The high point of my African experience was the people. I saw wild baboons on a hillside, vervet monkeys on roofs, and hyenas up close...

Had someone asked me before I left, I would have said this day trip would be the pinnacle of my journey to Africa. And even at the end of...

With one sock (optimist – socks half full), I enjoyed a dinner of pizza with American friends, talking about common acquaintances,...

I had eggs scrambled with jalapenos and tomatoes, with an orange drink, before I was picked up in a blue bajaj to roll through the bumpy...

After walking the dusty, rocky streets with no names among the chat (old books spell it khat) sellers, vegetable vendors, and small herds...

“Dr. Livingstone I presume. . .” That’s what I wanted to say when I saw familiar faces after walking a couple hundred yards down the...

I went to work Friday morning with Africa on my mind. Actually, I went to bed the night before the same way. Truly it has been in the...

The sun was beaming in my window this morning, beckoning me to come out and enjoy the clear skies. I had one more class to attend at the...

I woke up to the sound of rain and thunder again yesterday morning. There’s not much that puts a damper on a day for a motorcycle trip...

I left my visit with my new vodou priestess friend feeling educated and thirsty. For that reason, and to quench my everlasting curiosity...

Interview with a Manbo As much as anything else, this was an attempt at proving that people with very different beliefs can still engage...

As I said previously, after a pleasant lunch and good conversation with Pastor Strong of Brown’s Chapel, I set off into the Alabama...

Right, then. Obviously, by the title, this is installment 4 in a series of some unspecified number of posts.  Ironic maybe that I’m not...

Unless you’re fairly young, haven’t studied much history at all, or haven’t cared enough about it to remember when you did hear the...

I look forward to this trip every year, for the dual reasons of working with youth at our church camp in Florida and the motorcycle trip...

Anyway, I am in Florida for my annual youth church camp trip (Florida17). This time, I made it all the way down with no mishaps. Lib’s...

When I was in high school or college, I was immature enough to believe I had experienced persecution for my christian beliefs. (caligo,...