After service, we returned to our concrete house protected from thieves by the red grillwork patterning the ocean view in hearts.Clammy with sweat, I stepped through the shower’s plank door and pulled the plastic curtain shut. In the unlit shower, a milky colored tree frog hung from the wall. His suction cup toes spread wide…

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In 1978, we were newlyweds in Haiti. Joel took me to a primitive province to show me where he lived before he met me. Madame Francine’s small blue block house in San Rafael contained a gritty room with a dust crusted sheet on a single cot. Before we lay down, I tried to shake out…

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An excerpt from an unpublished memoir about our first ten years in Haiti Walking with the God of Miracles. A true miracle that included lots of laughter! I panicked. “My God, what are we going to do? We do not have enough money for gasoline to get to Richmond!” Suddenly a credit card seemed smart…

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