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

  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

  As expected, the potential ramifications of my  and have caused “observers” from far way lands to emerge from the shadows into the light. Therefore, due to security concerns and confidentiality requirements, today’s post will be limited to confirming my well-being and thanking each of you for your friendship and support. Goodnight and be well…

  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

It’s twilight in Haiti and I am alone in my room. Down the hall from me, my colleague has also retired for the evening. It seems that seven straight 12-14 hour days has taken us both to our physical limits. Historic Developments in a Game Changing Day Though today’s activities resulted in two historic developments,

  I finally understand and fully appreciate what George Orwell meant in his book, 1984, when he said, “Winston was gelatinous with fatigue.” At this very moment, I’m so tired, I feel like two scoops of gelatinous fatigue in a dirty cup with a leaky bottom. In any event, earlier today, I flew back to

  With my trip at the halfway point, it’s time to gather up my belongings and depart for a Mole Saint-Nicolas. During my time in Mole, my colleague, Reginald Auguste, and I will: infuse additional capital into our fledgling micro financing program sign a contract to secure our first building in the community, which will

Today’s activities will start off with a tour of a locally funded school in Cite Soleil. As some of you may recall from past travel posts, I selected this school months ago to assume the lead in the mentoring program I’ve designed whereby poor children from Cite Soleil will be matched up with “at risk”