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

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 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

Haiti Trip; Day Three: Since Haitian roosters cannot tell time, my day started earlier than expected, (3:45 AM). As a result of my early awakening, I am typing this post with one eye open and that eye is watering from the smell of my socks. As for today’s activities, I spent the morning in Cite

Haiti Trip; Day Two: If this post was brought to you by Sesame Street, today’s word would be &$#!!! My main appointment was 4 hours late before I even heard from him and when I moved an appointment scheduled for tomorrow forward he got lost trying to find my location…and he’s a fourth generation Haitian!

It is virtually impossible to predict the path that one’s life will take.  This realization rattled through my soul recently, as I knelt in a desolate field outside of Titanyen, Haiti and took stock of my surroundings. At my back, just across a fractured road connecting Port-Au-Prince to nowhere, a million dollar view of the