(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…

I have quite a large number of suitors in Honduras.  Yep, it’s true.  Many of  the men are so overwhelmed by my beauty that they can’t help but blow me kisses as I pass.   The really committed ones shout out “I love you, baby!”  In English.  Those ones get bonus points.  It’s hard being…

There once was a gal living in Honduras who happened to be in the midst of her search for a specific passion and purpose in life.  Her Spanish was mediocre at best.  Her direction unclear.  One day she was semi forced into receiving a tour of a government home for teenage girls.  This is where…

I’ve been mulling over this post for many, many months.  I don’t love writing about my mistakes.  Nor do I love putting in print the fact that I sometimes act upon assumptions that are not based on fact.  Especially when the consequences of my assumption could have been so severe. But the time has come…

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….

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