My DNA Remembers
Africa is winning my heart back to its beginning. My DNA stirs, remembers. The Blacksmith Lapwing with its hammer-on-an-anvil call...
Africa is winning my heart back to its beginning. My DNA stirs, remembers. The Blacksmith Lapwing with its hammer-on-an-anvil call...
at the Sterkfontein Caves, South Africa We witness the past coming alive beneath our feet. Underground Dolomite chambers span three...
You want the sun to burst from dark. You need the light to come to human earth. Desperate to leave,...
I ride in a ship eight miles above and around the curve of Earth. Outside the windows the air is...