In October of 2022, I stood at the border between Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, and El Paso, Texas, and watched as small groups of individuals scrambled dow...
In December, I rolled out of bed and into the warm, humid early morning in Panama City at 3:00 in the morning. I had been invited to participate in a...
In 1491, the territory that we now call the Americas was full of communities of many colours and sounds, of flourishing art, with sophisticated and d...
I’m grateful to God for this simple lesson: “What I saw as a misfortune has become a blessing for another, who in turn, out of their need, blessed me...
Doña Francisca* keeps a photo of herself and a young relative, Kevin*, on her phone. In the photo, Doña Francisca is wearing a mask, but Kevin is bar...