“Where are you from?” “Where is home?” I am asked the same questions over and over again by volunteers who are greeting refugees from places like Syria, Afghanistan, and Iraq who have just arrived…
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“Looking good ya’ll. Be strong. Be soft.” These simple words from a friend grace my inbox after a long weekend of fighting. Fighting for justice, peace, dignity. We’ve recently returned from a…
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Unlearning privilege. I write these words sideways on a piece of paper and draw a box around this phrase that strikes a chord within my heart. Around the room is a group…
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Cape Coast is not making a good first impression. My nose is wrinkled and I’m trying to pick my way through the rubbish filled sand without looking too closely at what I’m…
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Little hands hold mine on either side of me, swinging my arms wildly and looking up with big grins. They have me wrapped around their little fingers. I walk them back to…
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I feel a tap on my shoulder and instinctively raise my arm in protest with a shake of my hand. Out of the corner of my eye I can see one of…