Exploring the Jungle - a Column by Mary Lott

A sad, cold, and gray day put my health in jeopardy

The rain looked like shards of ice in front of my face. I was bundled up as much as possible on that cold November day. The sky was as gray as I felt as we buried my beloved sister-in-law. Because I had just recovered from a recent illness, I stood…

Welcome to ‘Exploring the Jungle,’ a trek into the unknowns of CAD

The noise was horrendous. People were dressed in penis gourds and grass skirts, all carrying some type of weapon — spears, bows, arrows, machetes. Many had boar tusks inserted through their nasal septum. As they danced and hollered around the small jungle plane I’d flown to this small village in…