A friend’s husband is in the hospital at the moment, surrounded by loved ones to bear witness to his last breaths. Likely the breaths will stop in the next day, for sure by the end of the week. I met my friend during a RW weekend, at a vulnerable time of my life. Responding in … Continue reading »
Perpetual war: the life of a child soldier
“Child soldiers.” The term brings images of dirt-laden black boys dawning tattered green uniforms, dirtied tan boots to the shins, and of course, a thin-barreled AK-47 slung around their bony arms. A boy with drugged-out pupils who uses a machete to kill neighbors with the same ease in which he chops cassava leaves. We try … Continue reading »


