Alex stops in his tracks and bursts into tears. Big crocodile tears stream down his cheeks. Emily pulls him onto her lap and holds him as he gently sobs.
Back2Back first met Perla and Ami six years ago at the San Jose Children’s Home. Perla was a timid, quiet little girl who sometimes seemed to want to be invisible. She was teased ruthlessly for struggling in school. Her confidence sunk lower when she was held back a grade. Ami, Perla’s younger sister, was a… Read more
Stories shape us. They begin at bedsides and become the movies and novels that line the shelves at our favorite bookstores.
A tired road leads from the highway into Tres Reyes. Storefronts and hollow buildings rest under layers of dust.
Alan is 10. He lives in a small community outside Cancun called Tres Reyes. Like most boys he loves soccer. Tres Reyes, unfortunately, has no soccer fields.
Trauma cuts deep, dark fissures in people’s lives, but hope heals deeper and shines brighter.
Hark Now hear The angels sing A King Was born today And man will live For evermore Because Of Christmas day Mary’s boy child Jesus Christ Was born On Christmas Day This, this is Christmas. Jesus was born so we can live forevermore. Hear the angels sing. Hear the children sing as we celebrate the… Read more
The whizz and whirl of power tools fill a small orange building in the community of Bonfil. Normally, it’s the raucous of 50 kids cramming inside twice a week for Rossy’s Bible class, called Mission Edu-carte.
I looked out the plane window as we ducked under Cancun’s clouds and saw the ocean meeting a dense green sea of jungle, like two competing stories going head to head. It seemed fitting.