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Because these are the faces of HIV and AIDS. Because they are not just faces: they are real people – mothers, fathers, grandparents, children, friends – with real hearts that beat and love and hurt just like yours do. Because I met them, which shouldn’t make a difference, but it does, to me, because I met them and I held their hands and talked with them about life and love and hope and Beyonce and that does make a difference, it really does, because having met them, I can’t ignore them, or anyone like them.

I want it to be the same for you. I want to make it the same for you. I’m not sure how to do that, and I know that it sounds profoundly arrogant and pushy to say so, but I do, and I’m going to try.

(How to support my pushiness: learn, blush, shop, watch, listen, drum, donate, tweet, dare. And share: the stories that move you, the resources that help you learn, the programs that help, everything and anything that distributes hope. Spread it around. Please.)

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The Larks, Still Bravely Singing, Fly

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To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high – John McCrae, In Flanders Fields It’s Remembrance Day: today, hold your torch high. Do something to make a difference, even just one little thing. Do something. Keep flying. Sing bravely. Hold your torch high.

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This Is Tanner

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This is Tanner: Tanner is my nephew. He’s dying. There aren’t any words that can adequately describe how hard that is. That said, I do try to describe it, sometimes. And I try to share a little something of his life and struggle and his family’s life and struggle and all the beauty and the [...]

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Her Hand I Held

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When my sister was very young, she appointed herself my protector. It didn’t matter that she was two years younger: I was a shy, ashmatic child, gangling of limb and totally lacking in physical grace, whereas she was athletic and boisterous and tending toward ferociousness, and those qualities more than made up for our age [...]

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We Don’t Need Another Hero

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I love this boy. I can’t save this boy. Nor can I save his mother’s heart from breaking. Nor can I save my own. But I have to let go of this idea that I should be able to save anybody. I have to let go of the idea that anything short of wholesale rescue, [...]

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From A Distance

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I’ve been home, now, for a few of days, and I think – I think – that I’ve recovered from travel fatigue – 28 hours it took me to get home from Lesotho – and jet-lag and the brain fog that comes from traveling halfway around the world and back in less than a week. [...]

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The Most Beautiful Music In The World

September 27, 2010

I met her at what the Global Fund calls an ‘OVC House,’ or home for orphaned and vulnerable children, although in this specific case it was actually a residential school for visually-impaired children who have been orphaned or otherwise made vulnerable by HIV/AIDS, all of which is to say that it is not a place [...]

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Subjective Idealism, For The Win

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Some may think that to affirm dialogue—the encounter of women and men in the world in order to transform the world—is naively and subjectively idealistic. There is nothing, however, more real or concrete than people in the world and with the world, than humans with other humans. — Paulo Freire, (Pedagogy Of The Oppressed) (Photographosophy, [...]

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Blog The Change You Wish To See In The World

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I’m writing this post from a hotel room in Maseru, Lesotho. Lesotho, in case you didn’t know, is deep in the southern-most part of Africa, land-locked by South Africa. It is, you might think, an unlikely place for a blogger to be. After all, what do bloggers have to do with aid in Africa? But [...]

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