Journalist Sheilah Bright
A friend of mine married a much younger man last year. They celebrated their 1-year anniversary recently so I think it might stick. She is 101. He is 89. "At my age," Opal Clark Moss told me, "they're all younger men." There weren't many people at the wedding because most of their friends and many... Continue Reading →
Mr. Lee and I stop to stare at jars of pickled vipers. The Sunday market crowd in old Kaili, China, snakes a detour around the tooth-pulling table set up cockeyed on the sidewalk next to us. Across the street, women who dream of mile-high buns sort through bags of unwanted human hair. They pull the... Continue Reading →
About a year ago, fire swept through a neighboring community and destroyed hundreds of homes. I took supplies to a local shelter and met Tammy Teeters, a woman who grew up playing in bombed ruins in Berlin. She sat in a church gymnasium and worried about how the songbirds in her woods would survive. When... Continue Reading →
