The Gravity of Privilege

The Gravity of Privilege

The Gravity of Privilege Beneath the shade of the bamboo and the palm leaves, he crouches over, his concentration fixated on the task before him—the scrap metal that he will soon transform into marketable art decor, a statement piece to be bought and hung on the wall...

Nou Tout Se Moun

FollowFollowFollow Nou Tout Se Moun you breathed life into my bones and taught me to see that the difference between us is only perceived. for at the core of our beings in the depths of our souls we are all human we are all whole. ou soufle lavi nan zo kòt mwen epi w...

To Never Forget

ANNE MARIE FollowFollowFollow “You’re never going to forget me,” she laughs as she continues to peel the chadek, proving to me it’s much easier to juice the fruit after it’s been stripped of its skin than it is with it on. I watch her in admiration, proud of who she...

THE END OF A CHAPTER

FollowFollowFollow 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 pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place. I can still remember the moment so...

A STORY OF REDEMPTION

FollowFollowFollow A STORY OF REDEMPTION Before I moved to Haiti, I believed children lived in orphanages for one of two reasons. 1. They truly are orphaned children without a living biological mother and father. 2. Their parents do not want them and thus, these...

THE T-WORD: TRANSITION

FollowFollowFollow 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 calling me into something greater. I imagined bliss in pursuing another endeavor of equal...