It’s an ordinary weekday afternoon at the Lighthouse, and Stephanie and Odette are preparing rice for when the kids return from school. I pull up a chair next to Stephanie as she grates coconut into a large metal bowl. Continue reading
I knock on her door, peeking through the glass and the sheer white curtain into her bright, Pepto-Bismol pink bedroom. She turns her head and squints her eyes as a huge smile sweeps across her face. Cherie! Vin non! (Sweetie! Come in!) Continue reading
Sometimes the victories are monumental, moments that will be forever etched in your memory. They are the days that are written in the pages of your journal, marked by a specific date, so as to be remembered, treasured even, because of their significance. Continue reading
Out of the rubble of the 2010 earthquake, God built the Lighthouse Continue reading
She sits on the left side of the stage, behind a thin wall next to the other contestants, clad in a soft yellow, floor-length dress with a matching scarf tied around her neck. She holds her hands clasped in her lap, her legs, ever so slightly, move to the beat of the music. Continue reading
It’s been just over a year since Fedner was welcomed into the Lighthouse.
Some days, I still question the decision to bring him in, doubting my adequacy in making such a pivotal choice for his life. Continue reading