Tragedy of an earthquake. Surviving the loss of those we love.
Haiti. The '70s. "The grass will only grow…" “…if we water… we need lots of water. And lots of black dirt,” he says. “If we use our cistern water, we’ll have to stop bathing as of right now. It’s not enough. Either bath or grass,” I declare, standing beside him on our terrace, hands on … Continue reading Dèyè mòn gen mòn.
The Island, Haiti. When I first met her, she was called “Pearl of the Antilles” and life was running peacefully. Despite the paradox of living under dictatorship.