Faith in the Face of Bullet Fire

Faith in the Face of Bullet Fire

eep breaths, Beth.” I repeated the words as I stood above the hospital bed. “Deep breaths.”  I had met Joseph Ndekezi 12 years earlier when my life had already profoundly changed. Experiences of trauma in my own life, as well as my PhD in Psychology, had led me to...
It Wasn’t the Tear Gas that Surprised Me

It Wasn’t the Tear Gas that Surprised Me

Read this essay in Indonesian, Traditional & Simplified Chinese  閱讀本文的中文繁體和簡體版本。 |   阅读本文的中文繁体和简体版本。 Baca artikel ini dalam bahasa Indonesia   t the end of my street, just a few yards beyond my apartment building, a wisp of tear gas curled around the corner of the...
Breaking Slavery on Lake Volta

Breaking Slavery on Lake Volta

nita Budu stepped to the water’s edge and searched the horizon. Lake Volta is the most expansive artificial reservoir in the world. The sun had risen high and the heat was merciless, but Budu and her colleagues didn’t dare leave in search of shade.  They had lost...
What the Darkness Doesn’t Obscure

What the Darkness Doesn’t Obscure

Read this Essay in SpanishLee este ensayo en español nto the moonless night of the desert outside the Chilean town of San Pedro de Atacama, our party of eight excitedly clambered out of the car. In the daytime, Valle de la Luna (Valley of the Moon) exhibits barren,...