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…

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…

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…

There’s a painting in our hallway that says “Love will all your heart.” And every March 20th, as I remember the life and death of my guapo friend Chon, I gravitate towards the quote that says “To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.”…

Anyone who knows the story of ‘how this all got started’ knows that the climax involved Sean and I sitting with a 10 year old boy named Richar in a government run children’s home as he cried over and over again, “I don’t want to be here.” “I want my mommy.” “God please help me.”…

One of my all time favorite books/the words that kept me going early on are found in Reckless Faith by Beth Guckenberger. Her and her husband started an organization working with children’s homes in Mexico.  In many ways, she has written TCHP’s playbook. In one of the earlier chapters she talks about the heart of…

He materialized from behind a newspaper stand while I was in my car at a stoplight looking for Wilmer. I asked about my prodigal child, and he asked me what home I worked with. Proniño. ‘Ohhhhh! I used to be in Proniño!! Is Reginaldo still there? Can I come back? I really want to come…

It’s almost that time again! Time for the weather to become bearable in Phoenix? No, no, we’ve got another few months for that. Time for all the attack ads to disappear? Nope, sorry, a few months for that as well. Time for every food item to come with a special flavor of pumpkin? It’s always…

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