I love family visits. Getting to see kids reunited with people they love, being welcomed into a part of their lives that I had never seen, and processing it all afterwards. Each time I pulled into the gates of Proniño the last 6 months upon returning from a family visit, a certain child would always…

It’s a unique position we’re in- being responsible for our kids. We’re not their parents, we’re not their teachers, but we’re running a center where they come every day. We encourage them to make good choices. But can we force them to get in our busito every day and go to school? Sure can’t. But…

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?

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