The gritty cement floor felt cold under my bare feet and the blue plastic chair bit into my back. Thanksgiving again – but this one...

Children’s laughter floats through the dusk and into our door. Is there a more beautiful music? I don’t think so. The kids are playing...

I teetered a little on the pile of loose dirt by the newly dug grave and tried not to cry. Just as the Lahu people don’t smile for the...