Will You Pray For Me?
Determined, but quiet, she had followed him unnoticed, around the church grounds following Sunday service. He shook hands and connected with the men, offered up his cheek for a kiss from the women, encouraged the local Pastor and Elders and…
Do You Need A Sister?
Even just for these brief moments, walking the Haitian main road through the central plateau region in the midday sun was hot and dusty; it felt good to get out and stretch. I mimicked standing on the side of the…
Everyone Told Me to Leave Him Out to Die
“Everyone told me to leave him out somewhere to die. But I just couldn’t. He is my son.” Looking true malnutrition in the face is hard, very hard. There is a flood of unidentifiable emotion. Part of me needs to…
We Are Beautiful Together
She rounded the corner tall and elegant, looking to see where I might be seated. We had waiting all morning to get to see each other again. I was watching for her too, and attempting to stay in my seat…
Where Do You Find Your Strength?
My neck and shoulders were stiff from holding myself so tightly on the long drive through the remote, rough terrain out to the water pump. The vast countryside, peppered with oxen and mules has a beauty uniquely its own. A…
What Role Models Do You Have?
We arrived at the school 5 plus hours after leaving our hotel in Port-au-Prince this morning. Traffic in the city had been at a literal standstill and the stop-and- go twists and turns of the remaining 4 hours into the…
When You Get Back
When you get back we will go… When you get back we will have… When you get back we will start… When you get back we will talk… How those words have made my heart jump these last few weeks. …
One Tall, Dark and Handsome Please…
One tall, dark and handsome please… How many times did my checklist for love look like this growing up? And yet here I sit next to my daughter at our favourite bakery trying to communicate so much more than an…
When Darkness Threatens, Look for Fireflies
“Turn on the light!” He bellows in a rage from his bedroom. There is a tremor in his voice. I know rage that sounds so angry stems from fear, a fear I’ve yet been able to teach him to move…
How to Miss it.
“Quick! Quick!” I attempt to hustle her along. Her warm pudgy hand is held tightly in mine as we rush through the mall ticking one last thing off my to-do list. Her tiny, clunky, pink winter boots are hitting the…
