Monday

It’s Monday, and the little world around me is waking up groggily, sipping coffee and scrolling through Twitter, trying to wake up and wondering where another wonderful summer weekend went. Poolside afternoons have faded to pagers beeping and printers whirring and emails interrupting the 90-degree heat. Hello, new week. I ride the train on these Mondays, these…

Rhythm | Haiti, Part 1

Giant green hills cascading above humid, misty lowlands. The sounds of high-strung guitar music and the smoke of distant fires. Concrete buildings adorned with brightly-colored paint and laundry on the line. Goats and chickens, curbside.  Midday markets packed with corn, rice, bananas, jewelry, outdated cell phone cases and piles of plastic shoes. Gentle eyes peering out of dusty…