How Could I Not Have Written this Book?

In the rudimentary guesthouse in the village of Cherident, the roosters woke me up before dawn. I’d just spent my first night in the Caribbean nation of Haiti, the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere.  The inky sky turned grey, then pale pink and blue. Shafts of early sunlight streaked into the window that had…

What’s Material About Possessions?

I first traveled to Haiti twenty years ago. Not much has changed. Stepping out of the Port-au-Prince airport, it’s easy to feel sensory overload. The sun is too bright, the humidity too thick, the sky backlit with too much haze, and the people too many.  Once out of the city and into the mountains, the…