I was on my way to Pilates, driving a car, iced coffee in hand, fully immersed in my American life when I got a message from my social worker in Kenya . . . “Anthony isn’t doing well.  I don’t know if he’ll last through the night.”

Anthony made it through the night.  I was selfishly relieved, secretly hoping I would see him upon my return to Kenya in August.  He was staying at [Read More…]