Foreigner in a Friendly Land: Lemurs and Little Kids in Madagascar

It’s my last evening in Antananarivo and I’m feeling like a tortoise that found a skateboard; how lucky to have been here for a second time this year. I listen to live and lively piano music in the pavilion of La Varangue, sip my Cristal (sparkling water) and realize I can’t feel the temperature, whichContinue reading “Foreigner in a Friendly Land: Lemurs and Little Kids in Madagascar”

She is 17 Going on 18: Or, a Sparkly Nun Moves to Florida and Buys Shampoo

Tatum has been waiting to turn 18–freedom!—since she was still playing with dolls. I remember the last day she played with dolls: it was a Friday afternoon in early September 2018. She was in sixth grade. That was the day we learned that middle schoolers in Maryland are way too busy to play, unless it’sContinue reading “She is 17 Going on 18: Or, a Sparkly Nun Moves to Florida and Buys Shampoo”

Le Merveilleux Madagascar

How lucky am I? One minute I’m sitting on my balcony overlooking the antique car collection in the Alsace room of boutique hotel La Varangue, watching a tiny, bright orange bird dart close and away again; and the next I’m being serenaded by a classroom of Malagasy four-year-olds who are alternately shy, exuberant and dazed.Continue reading “Le Merveilleux Madagascar”