“There’s no way I can go to Africa,” I told my husband, Francis, over a bad Skype connection. He was halfway through a year-long deployment to Djibouti, East Africa, and wanted me to meet him during his R&R for a Tanzanian safari. “C’mon, Honey, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance,” Francis pleaded between internet blips. I sighed…
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