May 2, 2010 I looked around at all the stoic faces under the shade tarp at a Haitian church this morning, wondering who really knew the love of the Lord and who “did” because it is expected. They wave their hands back and forth effortlessly, yell “Allelujah!” in synchrony after the leader, they mumble prayers [...]

May Day 2010 Little barefooted dirty-faced kids ran around me pulling and fighting over who gets to hold my hand, yelling questions in Creole over the music Ricardo and the team played through their sound system set up in the dirt opening in the middle of tents and makeshift houses. At first only a few [...]