Renee’s Face
As she entered the room, my eyes froze on her scarred and disfigured face. Skin melted like a plastic mask.…
As she entered the room, my eyes froze on her scarred and disfigured face. Skin melted like a plastic mask.…
I was haunted by their faces. Renee with deep scars carved into what was once a beautiful face, eyes with…
Yesterday, at the Goma border crossing, a local Congolese official told our translator that she wanted to go through our…
For nine years Mama Francine (for her safety I cannot reveal her true name) has lived in the safe house…
Congo is unlike anything I have experienced. I can barely process what I have seen and heard today. The poverty…
Yesterday we drove east from Kigali to visit the Agahozo Shalom Youth Village, an extraordinary program established by Jewish philanthropist…
As we drive through plush verdant fields and towering mountains on our way to Kigali and the Congo border, we…
I knew I shouldn’t have gone into the room about children long before I stepped inside. It’s the last room…
It took us 30 hours from the time we departed from Los Angeles to when we arrived in Kigali, Rwanda.…