By Sarah Burrows Dear Wilmington, my ex-town, I guess these are the thoughts of an infinite number of people after a break up; a million or more unsent letters; a rehashing of the ins and out of our relationship. I bet you never expected a letter like this from me, but I hope it finds … Continue reading A Letter to My Ex-Town
By Francisco Donoso Continued from: Fair Trade and Ethical Buying within the Clothing Industry Part Two Cause-marketing”, a strategy that associates the purchasing of a product with fundraising for charitable initiatives or causes reached its eventual summit through U2’s front-man Bono. Together with Gap (ironically enough), Giorgio Armani, Apple, Motorola, American Express, Converse and Bobby … Continue reading Fair Trade and Ethical Buying within the Clothing Industry, Pt. 2
By Harold Hand Continued from: First Steps: Strawberry Chocolate and Broken Glass As we clap for Derrick, Baby Josh leans in and starts to reach for Joshuas candy. Baby Josh is five months old. The other kids call him Baby Josh so as not to confuse him with the older Joshua, although it usually runs … Continue reading First Steps: Strawberry Chocolate and Broken Glass, Pt. 2
By Francisco Donoso Part One In the late 1980 s to the early 1990s and up until today, people are once again becoming less interested in fitting a specific social category where one is judged according to what he/she wears and becoming more interested in the world around them similar to the 19th century. There … Continue reading Fair Trade and Ethical Buying within the Clothing Industry
By Leah Anderson Strip me open; run me dry. I’m scared and prideful, but I have to die. Break my heart; kill my pride. Consume my being till I cannot hide. Tame my tongue and take control Of my mind, my heart, my soul. Drive in deep Your Holy presence, And fill me in with … Continue reading Poem: Through the Desert
By Erin Almand I first saw her in a filthy purple dress and tattered Big-Bird sneakers, standing on the perimeter of the group. Her matted hair was braided and her little mouth was locked stubbornly around her thumb. She refused to play ball. She didnt want to sing or dance. But when we began a … Continue reading Learning to Love in the Dominican
By Carole Turner When I was 19 years old God called me to orphans. At the time, it manifested in the form of the pro-life movement. I was an active, vocal, involved participant in Operation Rescue, and I spent years trying to reach women outside of abortion clinics. I was also arrested three times due … Continue reading The Plight of Orphans in Africa
By Eric Hanson Continued from The Great Bike Adventure: To the Grand Canyon and Back, Pt. 2 That night we crashed at our campsite without ever starting a fire or doing anything else. We slept a good 12 hours before we got back on our bikes to begin our journey back to Phoenix. The next … Continue reading The Great Bike Adventure: To the Grand Canyon and Back, Pt. 2
By Jamie Finch I could hear the drums. At first I thought my mind and body had decided to team up and play a trick on me to pay me back for all the hell I had put them through that day. The climb had been an exhausting experience, to say the least, and not … Continue reading The Drums of Africa
By Erin Wilson Swaziland: The Manzini Dump The health care system is sketchy at best. But for the mentally ill, for those with terrible brokenness there is nothing. The country of Swaziland has no psychiatrists. One psychologist. For nearly one million people suffering under the crushing grief that comes with an HIV rate of more … Continue reading Poem: The Dump in Manzini