Day Four: It’s a little before 1:30 AM and I am finally able to jot down a few highlights before I pass out. Today, I experienced several moments of profound intrigue as I found myself interacting with historical members of Haiti’s past and its future. In fact, for much of the day I felt so

Day Three: It’s a little before 11:00 PM and I am finally allowing myself the pleasure of a quiet moment…and a tall glass of rum. Outside the Haitian sky is angry. For hours a steady rain has assaulted the roof above my head and I am very happy (and fortunate) that I do not live

Haiti Trip; Day Two: It’s been said that a picture can be worth a thousand words, and I have always been impressed by the power of this saying. Today, however, in the mayor’s office in Croix des Bouquets, I saw the power that words can have when I presented my teams proposal to transform the

It’s Sunday afternoon and I am attending to the final details for my return to the injured and vulnerable country of Haiti. While this space doesn’t allow for great expansion of detail, here are some trip highlights: Over the course of 8 days, I will be presenting a proposal to a Haitian government official outlining

Haiti Trip; Day One: Today was another one of those days where my Haitian journey took an unexpected and serendipitous turn. After nearly two years of trying in vain to schedule a meeting with the “legal landowner” of the property upon which the Corail resettlement camp sits, guess who came to a dinner held in

Haiti Trip; Day 8. I am in the Miami airport and my itinerary says that I am halfway home. The truth, however, is a bit more complicated. All around me my fellow travelers dart from here to there, but not me. My body tells me that I’ve darted enough for awhile, so I set my

Haiti Trip; Day Six & Seven: There are moments throughout our lives where our mouth cannot speak the words that our soul wishes to express. Occurrences such as falling in love, the loss of a loved one, the pain of betrayal and the joy of acceptance, these are the type of moments where words fail

Haiti Trip; Day Five. I am haunted by yesterday’s events at Titanyen and sleep will not come to me. The guesthouse I call home is dark and eerily quiet, and while my bunk-mates sleep, I sweep from room to room like an angry ghost. It is no secret to those who know me that I

Haiti Trip – Day 4: part 2 It has taken me nearly 24-hours to calm down enough to write this post. Yesterday, on the second anniversary of Haiti’s 2010 earthquake, I traveled to the mass graves of Titanyen to pay my respects to the dead. What greeted me will stay within my soul until the

Haiti Trip; Day Four: Like a church before a funeral service, Haiti is quiet today. From my side of a dusty window, I can see that the sun is out and doing its job, but only half-heartedly. The same can be said for the wind. As I prepare myself for a 2:30 PM meeting with