January 17, 2012
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There is a special word in Haitian Creole – ‘kombit’. It means joining together to accomplish something. She endured dreadful nightmares and feared each day’s fresh […]
January 12, 2012
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It has been some time since he last made contact. The nights have been cold, the days too for those with nowhere to go, the conditions […]
January 10, 2012
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Born amidst great tragedy, so too did she die. Dark days bookended a life too short – it lasted less than a decade – but, despite […]
December 22, 2011
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The billboards started popping up everywhere. In cities all over the world. In New York and Los Angeles. In Toronto, Rome and Athens. In Berlin, Amsterdam, […]
December 15, 2011
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It began with an insult. Something snide, an affront from a co-worker, the negative so needless, the jibe one that festered. For Crystal DeCoursey, the cruel […]
December 13, 2011
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Joseph Mohr had a problem. His long-awaited carol service just hours away, the organ at St Nicholas Kirche, damaged during a storm that had prompted the […]
December 8, 2011
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“When we die, our bodies become the grass. “The antelope eat the grass, and so we are all connected in the great circle of life.” – […]
December 6, 2011
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They’d been sleeping on the streets. The fortunate ones in tents and makeshift shelters, the rest in conditions unimaginable. Many, just children, their need dire. Haiti, […]
December 1, 2011
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It had to stand out. Red, Patrick O’Connell decided, the brighter and the bolder the better. It was 1991, and the decade’s death toll in New […]