Zanzibar Zen

We came off the plane into a wall of moist heat, forcing us to gasp for air. Our sweat mixed with the red Serengeti dust that still clung to our skin, creating a slick coat of mud. Seven days on safari in northern Tanzania had us in dire need of some mindless R&R and we were hoping to find it on a Zanzibar beach.

Mother’s Love Bonds

When I was in Tanzania with my good friend Kerry, we visited a Masai village and took part in the women’s dance. Of course there were children and of course Kerry, the architypical mom, gushed. She was a newly minted Grand-mom and it took very little encouragement for her to whip out photos of the…