the transition…or something like that
I used to believe leaving Haiti would be a beautiful transition, that God would call me away from it because He was call ...
January 18, 2018
I can still remember the moment like it was yesterday. Sitting in the last row of blue-cushioned, high school auditorium ...
October 31, 2017
“You’re never going to forget me,” she laughs as she continues to peel the chadek, proving to me it’s much easier to jui ...
October 25, 2017
the end of a chapter
You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you p ...
October 11, 2017
Sweet Jen. You stepped back into my life at the most unexpected time and gave me a friendship more special than I co ...
July 17, 2017
a third category
Before I moved to Haiti, I believed orphanages existed for one of two reasons. 1. The kids living in orphanages truly ...
April 29, 2017
There are so many days I question why I live in this town, daydreaming about what it might be like to live elsewhere ...
April 26, 2017
A STORY OF RECONCILIATION
Before I moved to Haiti, I believed children lived in orphanages for one of two reasons. 1. They truly are orphaned ...
July 25, 2016