Sunday in a South African township
I came to Tshepisong to meet Olga. When she had only two children herself, and she was only 30 years old, Olga began her…
Read MoreI came to Tshepisong to meet Olga. When she had only two children herself, and she was only 30 years old, Olga began her…
Read MoreAt least, it’s what my Sunday looked like, when I visited Olga and her family in Tshepisong, not far from Johannesburg. If you look…
Read MoreFor you image-lovers, here’s a few photographs from my first few days back in the Great Lakes… One of the reasons I went…
Read MoreI’ve just landed back in Rwanda, which loyal readers who’ve forgiven years of mostly silence on this blog will recall as my favorite place…
Read MoreLooting. Almost immediately, the word creeps into the conversation. It’s a word we need to be careful with. Less than 24 hours after the…
Read MoreTogether, a survivor and the man who cut off her hand tell the story of Rwanda’s genocide. (2009) Read the PDF (clicking will initiate…
Read MoreThe Envision conference revealed an ongoing disconnect between policy wonks and storytellers It’s 10am, and we’re talking about death. Deaths from disease and neglect—deaths…
Read MoreFor its 20th birthday this year, the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum went on “tour” – its word, not mine. In New York, at…
Read MoreWhen the seasons change, people in New York are electric. They waltz across basketball courts and gun engines at red lights and dance in…
Read MoreI wish I was in Bukavu today, where I’ve met so many strong, amazing women fighting against not only the horrors (rape) we often…
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