6am. I peer out our living room window and locate what I call “the nautical house” on the opposite side of the ravine. An orb of light radiates from a window on the top floor of the house…

The Democratic Republic of the Congo lies at the earth’s equator, where day and night are equal in every season, each sunrise arriving at the same time for a new day…

We haven’t seen one another for a few years. The two of us are sitting at my kitchen table, catching up on the significant moments we are eager to share. I glance down to collect my thoughts…