Just three days past, it seems like an unbelievable dream to spend 5 days on Robben Island last week. I was part of just a few groups who have been given an invitation to stay overnight. We slept and ate in the convict minimum security prison in large dorm rooms down the street from the maximum security prison where Mandela and other political prisoners were kept.

There is a moment in our trip to Burundi that you will hear about from Maggie, Jane and I if you talk to us for very long about our trip.

As we filmed Juana, her boys and their home, a line from King Lear kept ringing in my head, “Thy life’s a miracle.” I wanted to say to her, “Your life is a miracle, Juana.”

There are no happily ever after’s in parenting, only guesses and hopes that you picked the right direction on those messy, emotional, long days. 

I can only imagine what my meat-packing grandfather would say! And to him, I would say that I hold this way of eating lightly. It may not be forever but it is for now. It is nourishing. It feels in sync with the earth.

We just returned from a spring break adventure in Cancùn, Mexico. There were 3 bouts of the stomach flu, 7 misguided hours in a timeshare presentation, 4 rescheduled excursions and 2 sunburned peeling backs. It was awesome.