“What’s that number on your arm, Mr. Hoffmann?” Lara asked. It was a Saturday afternoon and she was at his flat. She liked visiting him. He was such a nice, kind person. He was different from everyone else. He was friendly to her even though she was colored. He had a foreign accent. He wasn’t… Read More Lara and Mr. Hoffmann
I was turning tricks since I was 15. My father was in prison for manslaughter and my mother was a coke head. I didn’t have any siblings. I was the only child. I thought of dropping out of school and finding a job so I could save up enough money to blow this city but… Read More Tamika’s Story
They started out as friends. Talked for hours on the phone. Went out for pizza or to the movies when they didn’t have any other plans. Some Saturday nights they would order in spicy Thai food while watching classic or foreign movies. They didn’t know exactly when their feelings for each other began to change.… Read More Friends
Then I returned and considered all the oppression that is done under the sun: And look! The tears of the oppressed, But they have no comforter— On the side of their oppressors there is power, But they have no comforter – Ecclesiastes 4:1 It saddens me that in some countries, it is dangerous or even deadly to be a… Read More Oppressed Because She is a Woman
We were on our way to deliver some relief supplies to a more rural area. We had stopped for a rest, and just as we were getting out of the car, we heard screaming. I said, ‘It’s another earthquake. Run!’ We all ran to the first open space we could find and stayed there until… Read More Nepal Needs Our Prayers
Notes to Women 