I was no Rick O’Connell but I’d taken leaps and strides in my pretending to be. 6,000 miles from home, crammed in a small car headed from Sadat to the Pyramids of Giza, I clutched my messenger bag and Nikon with about as much fearlessness as a sack of potatoes. 558 more words
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“A woman who had known me my whole life, who trusted me to teach children, who thought I was smart and kind and good with kids, found it appropriate to ask me to separate from someone who was, as far as she was concerned, just a friend. 338 more words