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

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, I look at those 10 plants and think, “look how well I’ve kept you alive!”…

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!

A few years ago, before CRECER opened, I did a lot of bopping. Bopping around from the streets of San Pedro, to Proniño in Progreso, to other children’s homes in the area, trying to soak up as much knowledge as … Continue reading

A few years ago, before CRECER opened, I did a lot of bopping. Bopping around from the streets of San Pedro, to Proniño in Progreso, to other children’s homes in the area, trying to soak up as much knowledge as I could. Knowledge of the circumstances that have thrown these kids into their situations, knowledge…

This simple, concise and accurate summary of the root of the currently political unrest in Honduras was written by Kaleb Eldridge.  He, his wife and two daughters have lived in Honduras for _____ years.  (I can’t remember the number of years.  Let’s say more than some years but not forever.)  To learn more about them…

One of the largest expenses we raise funds for at The Children’s Home Project is private school scholarships. In 2018, eight Proniño kids will have the chance to receive a private education. The number brings tears to my eyes. Education is the key. There are hundreds of obstacles to breaking the cycle of poverty, but…

  We’ve tentatively accepted a new kid into Crecer! He’s young and spunky and everything is exciting to him. He plays soccer to his little heart’s delight, is learning the ins and outs of the wii remotes, and gobbles down Teresa’s cooking in roughly four bites. He just clicks. Until he’s asked to do a…

© 2014 The Children's Home Project | Made Awesome by Shrein Media, LLC
Top