I scooped her up in the doorway of the playroom, and she turned in my arms and waved goodbye to ‘Me Mamosa and the other bo’me in the room.

“Say ‘bye-bye’ to Ntseliseng,”…

The “windy season” has hit Mokhotlong, and the larger physical world finally seems to be on an even pace with TTL’s swift current of change.

I feel like a different person. I believe I am one.

A lot can happen in six months. That’s always true, everywhere.

But when what happens is completely new and foreign and…

As the days continue passing by, the immensity of need in Mokhotlong continues setting ever deeper into my psyche – throbbing like a headache, assuaged only by…

Some colorful changes have hit the TTL campus.

The grassy…