We piled into the minivan (or “mini”, as we affectionately call it, dreaming it’s actually a mini Cooper). I couldn’t tell my Burmese friend no. No, I can’t take you to the hospital because your daughter is too large for that infant carseat and I can’t install it properly. When I showed up at their… Read More The luxury of safety
“Passengers sleeping in areas resembling campgrounds, getting by with lunch meats and fruit for food and using red plastic bags and ice buckets as toilets.“ “No power, no toilets, nothing. . . limited food and filthy conditions.“ “. . . No air conditioning, no diapers for babies, the toilets won’t flush and four-hour lines for food.“… Read More Living Carnival Triumph conditions every day
U.N.-blue. You know instantly what color I’m talking about. It’s a real color. Just like you can visualize Tiffany-blue – also a certifiable color. Where I lived in Africa for several years as a child, we frequently saw U.N. Land Rovers with the U.N.-blue logo emblazoned on the sides and hood of the vehicle. Large… Read More Haiti – under a U.N.-blue tarp
