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Marriages and Safaris: Beauty. Dung. Sometimes Rainbows.

It’s Valentine’s Day and a friend just asked for advice about planning a safari, so it seems appropriate to re-post this meditation on love, marriage, shit, and rainbows. You know, just your basic extended metaphor but with hippos. One of the gifts, for me, of being on safari, is all the time spent in the jeep staring out at the landscape as we drive around looking for animals, birds, whatever.  …

Nine

We went on safari last week. And now I have to pause for a minute because I still can’t believe that I am someone who can say “I went on safari last week.” There among the wildebeests, the giraffes, and baboons, Caleb turned nine. NINE. The baby is nine. His last year in single digits looms just as my last year of “forty-something” heads into its final stretch. While we …

Travel and Leisure

I have a piece in the Travel and Leisure online magazine this week, explaining that “family travel” and “family safari” doesn’t mean that you’re going to end up feeding your kids to the animals.  Click here to read the piece, and please pass along the link to friends!

Out of Africa II: The Search for Carnage

On our safari drives through Amboseli and the Masai Mara, it seemed as if we were in a beautifully tended wild-life park. In the Mara, fields of tall grass ripple into the hills and umbrella-shaped acacia trees dot the horizon, and in Amboseli, on a clear day, the snowy tip of Kilimanjaro creates a postcard-perfect background for grazing elephants. We frequently felt like we were roaming through some artist’s rendering …