Riots and Hope

The darkest part of the night always has the hope of the morning. I feel that way today about my Papillon. This year has been hard in every way. While sales continue to be good, setbacks, personal relationships, hurricanes, unexpected expenses and having to grow up...

Guilty

The  house I rent in Haiti is two stories tall and concrete. I live on the top floor apartment and the bottom floor is now used for packing and receiving. I live modestly, but have a solar hot water heater and a few air conditioning units, so just that alone makes me...

Hey Shelley, you want a baby?

Shelley in Haiti A Memoir My family and I had been in Haiti for a month when I heard a familiar voice call out as I walked in the gate. “Hey, Shelley, you want a baby?” Yes, I did want a baby, a Haitian baby, though my husband and I already had two young biological...

Hurricane Irma. Why Haiti can never seem to recover.

I sat across from Nadege. Four other women were on the couch with me, but Nadege was doing most of the talking. I had decided to have the ladies over for dinner. There were so many things on my mind and I wanted to pick their brains. You can live in Haiti for a decade...

Boundaries

I had a meeting with a co-worker in Haiti today. The tears were flowing and the weight of the world was heavier than the 103 degree hot humid air. Novens was over in the corner on a bed that is set up in the living room trying to sleep in spite of his real pain....