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Putting his cello where his mouth is
Wispy strands of hair spring from Dr. Beat Richner's head as he enters the auditorium promptly at 7:15,…
Author: Skip
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My mother’s voice
I heard my mother's voice yesterday morning. Though she's been gone from this world for nearly a year,…
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Rolling into ‘real’ Cambodia
A muddy path running parallel to rusty, unused railroad tracks stretches before me, and I struggle with my…
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Looking forward in the rearview mirror
I looked down at the porcelain fixture on the floor, happy that, for this stop on the way…
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The pulse of Phnom Penh
Meanderthalic musings on a steamy Sunday morning from the land of incredible contrasts. First, though, Happy Birthday to…
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The sights and sounds of Phnom Penh
A half-naked child pokes the dirty sidewalk with a stick along Norodorm Street as her parents labor nearby…