From November 30, 2020 Well before sunrise yesterday I was working on my new book on Thomas Merton. Before I began, I sent Sunday’s Journal and read reactions to Saturday’s Journal that readers had posted overnight. They were concerned that the shocking events of Thanksgiving Day would so discourage me that I might be temped to just walk away from…
From November 29, 2020 I received many comforting and supportive responses to yesterday’s Journal regarding pre-teen sex. My friend Fr. Dumarsais called to talk with me.
From November 28, 2020 Yesterday, I shared a condensed version of the following with the SCCC Board of Directors and a few friends and family members. I had not planned on sharing it in the Journal because the content is so upsetting and I wasn’t sure how readers would react.
From November 27, 2020 We had all the toddlers in one room, a room that could only fit enough cribs that it would require two infants per crib. The kids were small, or space was limited…and it didn’t seem like a big problem. But as the kids began to grow, it pained me to see two kids in what was…
From November 26, 2020 After receiving $30,000 last week, I took a deep breathe of relief, thinking that maybe we could make it through Christmas, even though it would not be possible to buy Christmas presents for the kids. This will be our 6th Christmas in Haiti…and the 1st in which we will be unable to givegifts to all the…
From November 24, 2020 My friend Fr. Dumarsais told me that a Haitian priest was driving in Port-au-Prince when his car broke down in the middle of the street. When he got out of the car to see what was wrong, some thugs grabbed him and tied his hands behind his back.
From November 24, 2020 After photographing outside our walls on Saturday, I decided to photograph inside Santa Chiara.
From November 23, 2020 On Saturday, I was feeling very confined within the walls of Santa Chiara. It was too dangerous to go out in the car. So, I stepped outside the gate with my camera.
From November 22, 2020 Gerry, while your Journals break my heart, they are also stabilizers in an insane world. What looks like a problem around here becomes like a grain of sand on the beach when compared to Haiti.
From November 21, 2020 As I’ve often mentioned, the way out of Santa Chiara is a narrow, bumpy, dirt road. Often the road is blocked by a truck delivering water. When this happens, we sit and wait, perhaps as long as 20 minutes.