1. A stranger’s hands dig clay a potter’s hands shape: a teapot, two cups. 2. Rain falls, pools in lakes, streams into rivers. Men clad in jeans and yellow vests bury pipes that carry water from mountain lake to our front yard. Another man, in jeans that need a belt or suspenders, squats before an [...]
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An old-fashioned bouquet of camellias your grandmother’s tea service have more in common than the sideboard on which they’re standing. The camellia bush with its shiny green leaves and corsage blossoms is Camellia japonica; the evergreen tea plant, Camellia sinensis. If left to grow in the wild, sinensis can reach thirty feet high. (In Yunnan [...]
Today we continue our series looking at the dark reality of sexual slavery and exploitation, with the intention of raising awareness—and money. Thanks to ten generous women, every comment on this post is worth $10.50 to two abolition organizations: half to International Justice Mission and half to Love 146. I pieced together the following found [...]