Long before we became the Pritchards, Billy had a lazy eye and stuttered. Dad used to tell us how his school would line children up from recess with the smartest kids in the front. He would chuckle sadly and say how he was always last in line and remembered wearing a dunce cap. He said he stuttered so bad he couldn’t even say his own name….until college, when he met mom.
As kids in a home full of internationals, magical experiences were common. Every day was like a carnival and routine was hard to come by. I relished the excitement of new faces, new foods, new smells and new stories. Let me tell you the story of Mahmoud, a blind Iranian man who lived with us for a while. He had the most impact on my connection to earth, to culture and to food.