Sticking with Love
I am enjoying the fruits of other people’s labor. 15 years ago my parents collaborated with a woman named Mia Scarlat to start an organization for children in Bucharest who needed a safe place to go. Mia had the expertise, my family had the concerned American donors, and with a very small budget the group … Continue reading
Forced Migration, Providence and the Road to Haven
I write about forced migration for a lot of reasons, and a key reason is to keep myself and anyone interested from becoming despondent and disconnected with the world. But when a friend dies, all bets are off. Nothing feels the way it is supposed to, and disconnection becomes completely justifiable. Yesterday a good friend … Continue reading