I know I should be thankful all year.  There’s a little spot on my snazzy to-do list page that says “today I am grateful for:”. That’s usually where I write the things I need to do in the evening when I get home.  Don’t want those things to get jumbled up with the things I…

I finally finished a book called Random Family by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc.  I don’t recommend it.  It chronicles the lives of upwards of 20 people for 10 years in the Bronx in the 80’s.  Drugs.  Jail.  Homelessness. Teenage pregnancy.  Truancy.  Addiction.  Despair.  I know what you’re saying.  Sounds like my kind of book, right?  Normally,…

Back in the day, I’d talk about not wanting to ‘lose’ kids. When I said that, I meant that I didn’t want to lose track of them, to lose the connection that I had to them. And then I started ‘losing’ kids that I love ‘to the street’. This means that too many years have…

When it was clear that cancer was going to win the battle vs my mom, I got very upset by odd things. One being that since I’m the only child of a single parent, my history was going to die with her. This is why no one should have an only child. When a parent…

My modus operandi was   Kid runs away. I look for said kid on the street. Upon finding said kid, we’d go eat, chat, and I’d finagle an agreement to return. Usually. If said kid refused to return, I’d begrudgingly respect his decision. Knowing that we’d repeat steps 2 and 3 asap.   But Richar…

It feels like forever ago that all of ‘this’ started. Yet the first memories are still vivid. I remember where I was in the Nueva Esperanza dining room when I gave Richar my first hug.   I remember where the huddle of rubber necking kids surrounded Richar’s fight. I still have some of the rocks that…

Sometimes, TCHP goes on field trips. After years of Facebook creeping on The Micah Project, a children’s home for teenage street boys in Tegucigalpa, our car pulled up to the big beautiful gate and we were The Micah Project welcomed in to an experience that my heart had been awaiting so anxiously. In this line…

Want to take a look at my kitchen window sill currently? It’s probably one of my favorite things about my apartment. As I stand at the sink washing dishes, watching Jehova’s Witness missionaries go door to door around my neighborhood, … Continue reading

OK, part two. Click here to read part one. I’ve spent weeks going back and forth on the direction that I wanted to take part two. Examples of things I’ve seen in Honduras that didn’t go well followed by “and that is why we have chosen this other route.” But instead of telling you all…

Since moving to Honduras 6 months ago, I have had the pleasure of welcoming quite a few volunteer teams to Proniño. Some of them came for a day, others for a few more. Some of them bring dentists, doctors, crafts, yummy food, or just smiles and hugs. If we’re lucky, they bring many of those … Continue reading Can they come back tomorrow?

“I love Jesus, but I cuss a little.” [Insert ironic laughter.] I ordered this shirt minutes after a friend texted me the phrase.   The first time I wore it my mother in law said “But I’ve never heard you cuss.” Exactly. Emphasis on ‘a little’. I wore it during a Google Hangout meeting with Haley…

A few months before I left to move down to Honduras, an old friend of mine from high school randomly commented on a snapchat I posted. We sent a few messages back and forth, then finally decided that years of not seeing each other meant we should probably actually meet up for coffee (which neither … Continue reading C’mon Team!

I know I should be thankful all year.  There’s a little spot on my snazzy to-do list page that says “today I am grateful for:”. That’s usually where I write the things I need to do in the evening when I get home.  Don’t want those things to get jumbled up with the things I…

I finally finished a book called Random Family by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc.  I don’t recommend it.  It chronicles the lives of upwards of 20 people for 10 years in the Bronx in the 80’s.  Drugs.  Jail.  Homelessness. Teenage pregnancy.  Truancy.  Addiction.  Despair.  I know what you’re saying.  Sounds like my kind of book, right?  Normally,…

Back in the day, I’d talk about not wanting to ‘lose’ kids. When I said that, I meant that I didn’t want to lose track of them, to lose the connection that I had to them. And then I started ‘losing’ kids that I love ‘to the street’. This means that too many years have…

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