September 11, 2001

I’ve had two days at home and it is time to start moving around.  It is a beautiful Georgia day, low humidity with a hint of fall in the crisp air.  I make some jasmine tea, sit down on the sofa.  The fragrance of blueberry muffins fill the house.  This is the perfect life.  Maybe I’ll go play some golfContinue reading “September 11, 2001”

A Shopping Story

  I have exactly four hours to find the right shoes for Andy’s wedding and get back to the hotel before Netjets sends me my brief.  I can’t believe they won’t let me just go home, but a night out in Atlanta isn’t all bad. My new friend Steven is picking me up at theContinue reading “A Shopping Story”

Summer, 1973 – The Job From Hell

My father is furious.  My mother is ready to kill me.  Daddy’s gone through the time on the engine and my mother has gone through her gas card receipts and they know what I’ve been up to.  My weekly trips to the beach have to stop.  I’ll never forgive the line boy at the MyrtleContinue reading “Summer, 1973 – The Job From Hell”

Facing my fears plus other observations on Ghana

We got up early today and traveled out to the Kakum National Park.  No one will believe this but I am TERRIFIED of heights. I have been obsessing over the rope bridge at Kakum National Park since our very first planning meeting.  One way or another, I was going to do it. Anyone who knowsContinue reading “Facing my fears plus other observations on Ghana”

The Saga of the Sink, or Why I Believe in Design

Anyone who knows me well knows I have a low threshold for certain normal things.  I can handle a jet or a DC-3 losing an engine, but household things confound me.  What to wear is a huge decision.  I’m not good at it. I am easily overwhelmed by choices and decisions that a normal personContinue reading “The Saga of the Sink, or Why I Believe in Design”