From November 18, 2022 Wednesday evening, after finishing yesterday’s journal, I went downstairs for a little walk. It is like a prison yard walk. Darkness have enveloped the yard. Some kids were playing basketball, some were playing board games. I walked to the back of the yard to just sit alone. Naïve beat me to the bench. She was seated…

From November 17, 2022 If I were living full time in the United States, I’d want to find ways to break down the walls that separate us. But here in Haiti, living essentially in a war zone, I am forced to build higher walls because the women inside our walls at night are too nervous to sleep because the side…