Early morning, barely light, a high, electronic, belly-dancer tune woke us. Audible first only to street dogs, then faintly for humans, it soon became distinct.
Jill writes from our base in Mozambique. We are required to count our aircraft parts inventory by the end of November. This means the
Salatiga, Indonesia, is like a revolving door of people coming in and out to learn language. That’s where we’re living now, along with a few
“Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts
Two worlds converge in a college cafeteria It was a rice cooker. A simple, industrial, extra-large rice cooker, steam pouring from the lid. My
How to help when you feel helpless My stomach churned as I scrolled through Facebook, watching a video of dark water flowing through streets
A hungry hyena and a dental team lead to a career highlight for one MAF maintenance specialist Story by Roger Clark The tail of
Rich Dividends Tšepo’s pace slowed as he made his way down the street toward the two-room house where he lived with his mom and
In mid-March, Cyclone Idai hit central Mozambique around the city of Beira. Just weeks later, Cyclone Kenneth hit northern Mozambique north of the city of
