A young woman from Kenya sent me a friendship request on Facebook the other day.  Because I  lived in east Arica for a time, I agreed. Seconds later a new message popped up.  This one was from Facebook. The woman whose friendship I’d accepted had 5,000 already. The website wouldn

The summer of my senior year in high school, I worked at a nearby Sears & Roebuck, selling lingerie. Often, my customers were men, and, over time, I came to pity those lost souls as they perused the counters in search of gifts for the women in their lives. As shoppers, they seemed