From January 26, 2023

For the past two or three years, at least once during my monthly three-week stints in Haiti, I would scream into the night air, “I want to get the hell out of this insane place and never come back.” But in the morning, I would see Peter or Baby Ruth or Izzy, or Clare Marie, or Teresa Regina, or Wally, or Naïve, and dozens of other kids, and I knew I could not leave.