The most difficult (and yet I suspect one of the most rewarding) part of this year’s internship has been to simply sit with somebody and listen. Yes, it’s been maddeningly difficult with Betty, the lady pictured above. Ask anybody; I’m...
I remember, Feeling the weight of heartbreaking silence slip through my fingers, pooling at our feet. It is thicker than water. Discovering that love must be coaxed & wooed, and bearing the frustration of not knowing how. The pain of the...
you have come to us in royal fashion, your slippers triumphantly slapping against gravel, your elegant fingers drumming against our windowpanes. you keep up a good pace, sir. you glide alongside our car and smile your patented, ringmaster smile. we...
Eric and Dr. Reuben, a photo by andrewhao on Flickr. Eric shakes hands with Dr. Reuben, the tribal chief of the Mamanwa village we visited on the island of Mindinao. We donated some funds to help the construction of a...
It startled me because I actually felt it last night, the groaning of a city. Carlos’ voice expressed it best, a wail that shook the walls: _Oh / how he loves us oh / how he loves us _and I...