Hope in the Clouds for Refugees 3 Years On
Even in Africa, the worst part of traveling for work, wasn’t the arduous transportation or the power outages. It was saying “good-bye” to my kids. I’d tell my daughter that when we missed each other we would look up into the sky. I would blow a kiss into a cloud, and it would be carried over to her in Kenya, where she could reach up and pull it out of the sky. We went to Kenya for two years so I could head up Cultural Orientation for refugees from throughout Sub-Saharan Afric
Raising Children and this Uncertain World
I kissed my kids “good night”, walked into the living room and found out about the missile launches at Syria. Rising tension with North Korea, the decimation of the EPA... These days the innocence and hope of time with my children coexist precariously with an imminent feeling of doom about the direction of the world. How do you do it? How do you infuse them with a sense of trust and inspiration when you find yourself despairing over the world they’ll inherit? It changes day b
