It is the end of another year of administrating our organization, and what a challenging one it was. Collectively, our board struggled with the loss of an adult child and the wedding of another; a husband’s surgery and a board member’s cancer scare; the loss of grant opportunities balanced by the generosity of donors who…
This is Ana. She is twenty years old and the mother of a cherubic and stoic three-year old son. Ana is slender and beautiful and her child makes your heart skip a beat when you glide into his liquid brown eyes and allow yourself to envision a life of promise for him. Loving Ana in…
Earlier this month, a volcanic event in Guatemala made the international news. For a tiny country in Central America that typically escapes public notice, being in the forefront of televised information indicated a significant and catastrophic incident had occurred, and indeed it had. CNN Article on eruption of Fuego Written records of devastation caused by this…
Their photographs absorb space in the recesses of our computer hardware as well as my own cerebral gray matter. Some photo files document our long-term, current relationships with the mothers and their children in Finding Freedom through Friendship. Other images are the only tangible proof that a friendship ever existed; photos showing that we at…
We have turned the page on the calendar, which means it is closet purging time at our respective houses. When temperatures warm, I spend time evaluating, perusing and trying to feel a connection to all of the items that have been housed in my closet. Our annual Finding Freedom yard sale is the perfect excuse…
For some families in developed countries it is never enough. There are never enough closets, or items to put in them. Or garages, with enough cars parked inside. Or acres, with nothing on them but the ability to claim them as property. In a culture seeped in ownership of things, ironically, there is lacking. Lacking…