Freedom From Poverty in Jamaica

“You don’t know how good you have it!” my mother would say when I refused finish the piece of chicken on my plate. It was an argument we had throughout my childhood. Once I saw a vein or accidentally ate a piece of fat, I threw a fit.  Dinner was over. She commanded me to finish eating, and I refused.

Doing Church in Cuilapa, Guatemala

Cuilapa is a town for the ears. A town of dogs barking, roosters crowing, horns blasting, fireworks bursting, loudspeakers blasting, and upbeat music pumping. It’s also a town of bells—great brass bells that ring loud and long and joyous as street vendors close their food stands and evening draws near.