I can’t go back

On a steamy August night, a scared little girl in a purple sweater stepped through the door and changed our lives. In a dusty Ukrainian steel-town, another compassionate little girl in hand-me-down clothes offered me berries and wrapped her arm around me as I cried. These girls had nothing. No ipods or cell phones or TiVos or laptops. No clothes of their own. No home. No family. How could we not help them? My comfortable life has come face to face with need and loss and emptiness. I can’t go back to life the way it was before. I’m […]




