I’m on my to Miami to participate in a gala (fundraiser) being conducted by Rebati Sante Mentale. RSM is a group of 200-plus psychiatrists whom I’ve selected to handle mental issues for me in Haiti. I am a guest of honor at the event and our aim is to raise awareness and funds specifically

  On my way back home. Exhausted. Exhilarated. Hopeful! …this is all I will have to say for today and for this trip. Be well.

  Unlike my first five days in-country, the first half of today has been all about recovery and reflection. Recovery in the sense that I am teetering on the edge of exhaustion and, as a result, opted to limit myself to one meeting earlier this morning. As for reflection, my mind has continuously replayed specific

  During my first trip to the resettlement camps (and future slums) in Croix des Bouquets, I once witnessed a man eating a plate of rice mixed with dirt. His courage and commitment to endure has never left me, and the image of his spoon has stuck in my throat like a fishbone to this

  Like characters in a Kafka novel, yesterday my in-country director (Reginald August) and I found ourselves in the middle of a police manhunt for Clifford Brandt and a yet-to-be-determined number of escapees from a maximum security prison. The brazen prison break (carried off by 10-15 armed assailants) occurred shortly before we were scheduled to

  In the immediate aftermath of Haiti’s 2010 earthquake, I set out on a new (and completely unexpected) journey with only a moral compass and three words (Dignity, Hope and Opportunity) to guide my course. In hindsight, a map of some sort would have been helpful and comforting, but I guess some journeys must be

  …Close your eyes and listen carefully… Can you hear that sound? It’s the sound of hundreds (if not thousands!) of Haitians in the resettlement camps screaming with excitement as they watch the World Cup on big screen TV’s delivered by HR&DC’s in-country director, Reginald Auguste.   These TV’s (and their corresponding generators) were graciously

  In a few minutes, I will force my battered body from the bed that now cradles me and begin another day. (A day that begins in Haiti and ends with me back in the States.). Before I do so, here are a few thoughts and/or observations from my trip. Over the last 7 days,

  Earlier this morning, I conducted a clandestine meeting regarding the transition of Haiti’s largest resettlement camp(s) into a legally recognized city. While extreme confidentiality is a must at this juncture, I (and those on attendance) believe strongly that history will one day view this meeting as a fulcrum moment in stabilization of the Haiti.

  It’s approximately 9:30pm and I’ve just finished eating dinner. While today was filled with numerous important conversations, the main thrust of my activities fell into these four categories: The transition of the largest resettlement camp(s) into a legally recognized city, The implementation of a mentoring program for senior officials within the Haitian government, In-depth