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Rwanda: One Sister

As each day passes, it gets harder and harder to write or talk about Rwanda. You'd think it'd be because of faded memories...time taking its inevitable toll. 

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Rwanda: One Grandmother

Her son-in-law giggled, and our translator explained.

"Your hair. She's confused by your hair. It's soft...but...unruly."

I laughed long and loud.

"Yes. Yes, it is," I agreed.

The 2nd Grade Chronicles: Volume R, Issue 1

First Grade was a rough year for you, Ruby. When I think of all that you experienced and weathered between your first and last day of first grade, I'm so thankful for the resiliance and persistance you've learned. I'm also sorry for the hurt and uncertainty that you've experienced at times. For the rest of your life, I'll probably be analyzing your behavior and weighing the decisions your dad and I made for you in these early years. I suppose that's the curse of being a mother, eh?

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Rwanda: One Ball

It had been an emotionally taxing day for me. The four-hour bus ride from Gisenyi to Kigali had been full of laughter and tears and life stories and the beginning bonds of a lifelong friendship. The afternoon had been spent pain-stakingly making my way through the Kigali Genocide Memorial. It was evening, and the nerves were starting to set in when I thought about meeting my Compassion kiddos the next day. I had been doing my best to spend myself for the sake of others, and I was beat...absolutely devoid of energy.