Skyping on Summer Solstice

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle Yesterday was the summer solstice, the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere. Because of the earth’s tilt in relation to the sun, daylight lasted nearly 14 hours here in Orlando. I didn’t notice the lengthened daylight hours...
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I.D. — International Drama

by Sarah, aka Ambassador Hen I thought it would be fun. Walking through the Lisbon streets in the late afternoon, talking to my 12-year-old daughter while she pushed two-year-old Joshua in the stroller. We were going to the mall to get their passport photos taken, maybe do some...
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Haitian Journal: Four-Part Harmony

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle For so many patients at Hopital Lumiere we know only part of their story. Bits and pieces gleaned from the days and weeks when our lives intertwined. We shared extraordinary things, but eventually moved on. What has happened in the long time since is...
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Haitian Journal: Hospital of Light Once More

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle Sunday, January 24, 2010 — In the process of closing its doors, Hopital Lumiere, in Bonne Fin, Haiti, was a ghost town of a hospital before the earthquake on January 12, 2010. One unpaid doctor and a skeleton crew of nurses were seeing a couple...
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Haitian Journal: A Good Day for Marriage

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle I wrote this story about Daddy Rooster on January 22, 2010. The day he left to help in Haiti after the earthquake. He is still the best backpack packer I know, whether going to a Third World country or a central Florida campground. He knows what to...
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Forgetting Haiti, Two Years Later

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle An email popped into my inbox yesterday reminding me of an anniversary I’m ashamed to say I’d forgotten.   The note was from a Haitian doctor friend who has known my husband and his family for over 30 years. Dr. Morquette asked us to join him in...
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Red Rally Surprises

June 28, 2011 — First Frizzle post by Sarah, a.k.a. Ambassador Hen Today I happened upon a communist rally.   While dropping off the dry-cleaning in Moscavide, a blue-collar neighborhood in intercity Lisbon, Portugal, I was caught up in a communist rally. I have to say...
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