I’ve put on my running shoes again and am promising not to regale you with tales of inevitable injuries.
Many of you are helping to construct a building that will save an untold number of lives.
Today I want to feature some of the portraits that I took that will give you my impression of Haiti better than anything I could write.
A year ago this week I was mildly injured in probably seventeen different areas of my body…
The woman on the right is Dina and she helped organize our whole trip to Bangladesh. She also served as our translator. I feel really lucky to have spent so much time with her and observing how she works. She taught me so much, emotionally and professionally. I hope to work with her again.
In the early afternoon of Sunday, June 19, I sat with my legs crossed on the ground in a rural village in Narshingdhi, Bangladesh. I was in a circle of about fifteen men and women surrounding a giant hand drawn map of the village which they use to keep track of women in the community [...]
Here’s one of the hundreds of feral dogs we saw roaming the streets in Bangladesh. And all of them looked like they could be Chuck’s long lost brother or cousin. The trainer we used in LA did say that if every dog in the world mated that the puppies would look just like Chuck.
I became known as the Cow Lady on the trip to Bangladesh because whenever we saw a cow, and that was often, I had to stop and take a picture. There just aren’t many cows roaming the streets of Salt Lake City like they do in that country. One cow got very upset that I [...]
Now more than ever in my life I understand that a fundamental part of what it means to be human, what makes us human, is the obligation we have to take care of each other. The health and well being of our neighbor increases our own well being and in turn increases the well being [...]
Here I am at the screening of Christy’s film with the group who traveled with her to Bangladesh. Erin next to me is the executive producer of Every Mother Counts, then Julie who is CEO of Lifeway, and of course Christy. They now feel like friends I met at camp, friends who share very specific [...]