I’ve been mulling over how I could possibly start this post well and have decided to just be direct. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning of March 21, Chon was shot and killed. The stories I’ve heard so far differ.  I’ve been told this was a revenge killing.  I’ve been told that it…

A fight broke out between two little girls.  Slapping.  Pulling of ponytails.  I helped separate them and reflexively began to comfort the pretty one as the scraggly one glowered and stormed off.  One of the two had become my little buddy in our first few days at Nueva Esperanza in July.  Her hair was neatly combed….

There is a boy in Catrachos that wants this so badly.  But I am confident that at some point he will fail.  Most likely numerous times.  He is addicted to huffing glue.  And stumbling and falling is part of the process.  But his desire to overcome is so raw and real.  I wish I could…

Over the last year and a half I have been spending more and more time with the kids living on the street.  (If you’re a regular reader of this blog, I’m sure this is news to you.)  And I’m noticing a very frustrating pattern.  You have the super cute six to twelve year old’s who…

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