Stories from Moldova: I am Liuba
“I am Liuba! My name means love!” Tears stream down her face as she grasps Tanya’s hand through the bars. Her other hand clutches a scarf to her cheek, a new on...
Category: love
Toes :: A Poem for the Fourth Sunday of Advent
This poem is the heart of the sequence, and I think it’s my favourite. This is the upside-down mystery of Christmas which is good news for all of us in ti...
Homemakers In War
We never expected to see these sights. My eyes hurt looking at images from the other side of the world. If this is the pain of the image, what is the pain...