I’m convinced that people who come into your life never truly leave, good or bad. They become part of your history but, more importantly, you carry them with you. At the very least, they shape your memories; few of them will shape your opinions and world views. Fewer still will lead you to the places you are meant to go. Some of them weigh heavier on your heart than others and stay closer to the forefront of your thoughts. But they all become part of you. Continue reading The people we carry
I am not usually the type to glom on to a fundraising marketing campaign of any sort, and I think this comes from a healthy amount of skepticism that the funds are allocated in the most responsible manner.
Recently I happened across this documentary about Article 22, a distribution company that helps Lao artisans sell jewelry made out of recycled bomb metal. I don’t know for sure if 100% of the proceeds go directly to the cause, or if a percentage is taken for operational costs. As far as I can tell, most of the money goes towards clearing unexploded ordinance (UXO) and the rest goes into economic development in Laos. Here are the reasons this campaign is worth your attention: Continue reading Article 22: Buying Back the Bombs
The YouShare Project reached out to me a few weeks ago and have published an adaption of my two blog posts, Exodus and Stateless. This is an awesome project that provides a hub for inspirational, encouraging, and true personal stories. Give them a read and if you have an incredible story of your own to share, consider submitting it to them for publication.
The international legal definition of a stateless person is set out in Article 1 of the 1954 Convention relating to the Status of Stateless Persons, which defines a stateless person as “a person who is not considered as a national by any State under the operation of its law” […] Some people are born stateless, while others become stateless over the course of their lives.
– from the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees
Singhtong (the puppy formerly known as Miracle Merle) has been losing baby teeth on a regular basis. This morning I heard one fall out of his mouth and plink on the kitchen floor while was I cleaning. It was a molar and I was surprised because usually he just ends up swallowing them. Continue reading The tooth mouse
One day I found Mom sitting on the floor, at the low table where we ate all our meals, the one with the elaborate mother-of-pearl inlay of peacocks. She bought it from one of the Asian markets in the International Village. It sits in her house today, and she still eats most of her meals there, though she has a Western dining room table now. When I go home, this is where she serves me eggs over easy and pho. Continue reading Rice dreams and ice cream