Any kind of meaningful experience should shift your perception of things, so perhaps that’s why I am worse than I’ve ever been at guessing a child’s age. When kids come to the TTL safehome,…

Here we are in the middle of March and I’ve yet to update our loyal readers on the happening here in Mokhotlong–my apologies!

One of the problems with letting almost a month…

In his final post about a week ago, Kevin recalled many of his first impressions of this place: endless mountains, wandering sheep, warm bundles of babies, and much more.

While in many ways it feels…

And here it suddenly is: my last day on the job. One year sits behind me.

Tomorrow I leave Mokhotlong for Maseru, and the following day I fly back to the United States….

Today, the trend of babies arriving at the safe-home finally reversed, as one of them instead went home.

Our little, chunky, bright-eyed Retsepile, who arrived at TTL a few days after her birth…

It isn’t new, and it’s always around, but it never gets old or seems normal or becomes more easily understandable. Never. Not even a little bit.

It is the heavy, intimate pounding of…

Disaster isn’t a reality you can ignore — a fact that is becoming more and more obvious as we continue to see the effects of the flooding and rain…

Part of the reason for such a large influx of babies into the safe-home in the past couple weeks is that flooding throughout the country has had a devastating affect on rural communities and…

It seems that when it rains here, it pours – and I’m not just talking about the massively wet weather we have been having, which is causing…

My emotions are running high. I am still processing everything that happened. Writing is always cathartic for me, and so I’ve turned to write here: