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I thought of you two today, about when you were kids and we lived on Juan de Vargas Street in Miraflores. Surrounded by buildings,...

When I was eight we lived in Clevenger Canyon in a forested lot with a dirt driveway. The wooden house, dusky red, seemed to grow...

Here’s a pit of witches, Grandma. I give them levitation. They float up. When it wears off they crash down and die. Dead witches lo...

The past two weekends we’ve been heavily involved in gatherings of Friends leaders from around the Bolivian yearly meeting. Our history ...

What could be more natural in this high Andean city with its cobblestone streets, open-air markets, and cacophony of languages th...

We are now on the final stretch of our latest Bolivian adventure, trying to bring the Bolivian Friends history project to a good conclus...

Hal and I celebrate our 50 th anniversary this year. I never really thought I’d be old enough for this event, but here we are. We’ve deci...