From December 6, 2020 I desperately need silence. The noise in my head is nonstop. Can’t stop thinking about the kids and the lunatic fringe of the staff—children in grownup bodies—and the irrational things they say that are in reality contrary to their own interest.
From December 5, 2020 Yesterday, Patrick took Vanderson to the orphanage run by a pastor, where he will join another SCCC Alum, Isidore. The staff bought new clothes for Vanderson’s new start in life.
From December 4, 2020 Yesterday, when the doctor examined the infection on my chest, he said it was healing naturally, thanks to the help of the 14-day antibiotics regime. It had been greatly reduced in size and it no longer hurt.
From December 3, 2020 Last Sunday, I decided to paint the exterior wall. We have never had our name on the wall. For legal reasons in Haiti it was best not to use Santa Chiara Children’s Center for now. Instead I was simplified our name to Kay Santa Chiara.
From December 2, 2020 Yesterday I went downstairs at 6:45am to see the kids before they left for school. All the teen girls kissed me goodbye. They wanted to know when I would return.
From December 1, 2020 Yesterday we were supposed to take Fritzson to the major clinic for his surgery. We paid for the $1,500 surgery with a credit card last week. Sunday evening, Nurse Rose was informed that the clinic would be closed on Monday because one of their primary doctors had been kidnapped.
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.