(Click here to read Part One) So, who was doing the tapping?  What was the tapper going to say??  Hold your horses a minute.  First, I’m going to tell you about a second source of hope that I’ve discovered since my conversation with Maria. Last week, I stumbled upon a book called “Stolen Tomorrows: Understanding…

I met Maria on my second day in Casitas.  I had noticed her on my first.  Feisty.  Eyes narrowed.   Always on guard.  Seeing her made me feel more like I was in juvenile jail than a girl’s home.  I had accidentally gotten chummy with her equally as intimidating friend on the first day and…

(Thirty minutes to get to Proniño then to the airport to pick up two team members who have never been to Honduras and don’t speak much Spanish.  No problem.) Hey Sarah!  I’ll be at Proniño in about 10 minutes.  Can you get the suitcases out of the office and be ready? (Five minutes later.) Oh,…

Today’s blog subject happens to be this guy. Cleanest street kid you’ve ever seen, right? No, silly, that’s not a Honduran child.  That’s my husband! And that thing on his upper lip was his ‘gift’ to me when I returned from Honduras a few weeks ago.  For future reference,  I prefer flowers. Why is Sean…

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