Gennie could hear the delighted squeals before Cinthya came in the door. After months of hard work, prayer and tears, it had finally happened. Cinthya threw open the front door of the house and bolted inside to share the good news with her house mother.
Stories shape us. They begin at bedsides and become the movies and novels that line the shelves at our favorite bookstores.
Jane wakes me with a panicked cry. I hurry into her room to find our 21-month-old daughter burning up with a fever of 101.3.
This video begins with a question. It’s one most us have probably been asked before—if you could have dinner with anyone, living or dead, who would you choose?
The bus stopped in front of the Museo Maya de Cancun. Everyone streamed down the bus steps and then back up the concrete steps of the museum.
A tired road leads from the highway into Tres Reyes. Storefronts and hollow buildings rest under layers of dust.
We convinced him to spend the three weeks of Christmas vacation with his daughter, and he reluctantly accepted. Now he sat at my kitchen table, like he had done many times before, and I asked the big question.
These days, there is a noticeable difference among the children who attend Back2Back’s Igmin Kibe Education Center in Nigeria. Children who were once struggling to grasp the fundamentals are now excelling and at the top of their class.
Rosa started working with fourteen-year-old, Laura, over the summer. Laura had failed her previous classes. When school ended last year, she was tired and frustrated.
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.