Day 48: Behind the scenes. They’ve been there for months, the splintered cedar blocks that warm the back of the stage at church. I remember the day the trees...
It was the third day at the Ravine School in Chimaltenango, and the air outside still hung heavy with the ashen remnants of Fuego’s volcanic fury. The dust mixed...
Day 45: On ancient streets. We walked beside the ruins on the way to the mercado, the ashen air still heavy with the reminder that volcanoes were the volatile...
Day 44: Behind the cinder block walls. Sometimes the most beautiful things are those we take most for granted. Sprigs of grass growing through cracked cement. A misplaced puddle...
Day 43: Guatemala City, Guatemala (2008) There he was. That face, a familiar one staring through the bars at the boys’ home. Only seven months earlier, I had met...
Day 8: Solola, Guatemala. The market overwhelmed our senses – raw meat hanging from hooks, fresh spices in flour sacks, and colors so rich they could be felt like...
Day 4: Solola, Guatemala Sixteen women traveled from the United States to serve 100 women from Guatemala. There was music, and teaching, and celebration. There were prayers and hugs...
Day 3 | Quetzaltenango, Guatemala When I first visited the children at Little House of Refuge, the walls of the orphanage were exposed and molded cinder block, electricity was...
We stood, holding hands in the playground of the small orphanage hidden in the mountains of Guatemala. We had come, a team of women from the United States, to...