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

  I’m at Tampa’s International Airport on my way to Haiti for 7 days. Unlike previous trips where my attention has been customarily divided into three main categories, (the transformation of the mass graves in Titanyen into a memorial and peace park, establishing the footprint for 5 modern communities throughout the country and capacity gap

  …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

  Today was a holiday in Haiti and the throngs of people, cars and motorcycles which customarily envelope me were conspicuously absent. As I passed through the streets from one meeting to the next it appeared as if the country has paused to exhale. And though such calm normally indicates a level of serenity has

  It’s right around 7:30 pm and I have just landed in Miami. All around me the hum of life fills my senses and I am thankfully for this much-needed infusion of energy. As my recent posts had indicated, over the course of the last 8-days I interacted with scores of people in a wide-array

Today I met privately with two key members of President Martelly’s inner circle. One is the Special Counsel to the President and the other is the Special Counsel to the First Lady. Both individuals were very professional, and considering today was Sunday, quite gracious with their time. The purpose of our meeting was to discuss

Haiti Trip; Day Three: In Haiti’s 2010 Earthquake, over 300,000 human beings (people just like you and me) died in less time than it will take you to read this post. I was reminded of this brutal fact as I made my way through the “still” shattered remnants of Haiti’s capital, Port au Prince, on

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

In the aftermath of Haiti’s January 12, 2010 earthquake, I discovered that an untold number of dead Haitians had been taken to a landfill just outside Port-Au-Prince.  Here they were unceremoniously dumped on top of existing garbage and entombed by rubble and debris. Today this sacred land continues to be used as a public landfill.

I have just returned from my first trip to Haiti.  It’s amazing how far back in time one can go while traveling so few miles. Over the coming days, I will be posting various photos from my trip. In most cases the images will speak for themselves.  Occasionally, some narrative pertinent to the photo will