Tag Archive: Burma Army

When your only goal is to die.

I have been putting it off long enough. As I am sitting in my living room, contemplating what to make for dinner, and how to get the house clean, the media is full of stories of politicians sexually assaulting minors, of lone rangers making bombs that they intended to use... Read More

April 23, 2013 7 Comments

Where does hate start?

My new Rohingya friend, Mary (not her real name) walked with me through a camp full of destitute people. “Children don’t just suddenly know how to hate,” she said as she maneuvered between the mass of children and others who were following us, eager to know what we were up... Read More

February 6, 2013 4 Comments

The courage to cry

I don’t know if I have ever seen a grown man cry the way he did. Jakil walked into the room we were sitting looking serious and determined. His hair was combed and well-kept, he was wearing a nice shirt and the traditional Burmese loyngi. He didn’t look like a... Read More

February 1, 2013 6 Comments

The courage to live

I was in a refugee camp in Arakan state. I did not know that people could survive on so little. Today I was walking through an area covered with small tents and people in all ages. The camp was one registered by the government.The people living here received a small... Read More

January 30, 2013 3 Comments

If you think your life is not fair, read this

Have you ever felt like life is just not fair? Of course you have. Who hasn’t. This is not fair: Yesterday I talked to our friend and staff member who is in an area of Burma that most don’t dare to go to right now. It is Arakan state. For... Read More

November 13, 2012 5 Comments

Playing it fair, or remaining a bully

Having had kids for a while, I have learned some things. One of them is that you have to play fair. There are rules to all games, and if somebody breaks them, he or she cannot be trusted. And kids don’t want to play with the ones who don’t play... Read More

August 28, 2012 2 Comments

How do you rate your happiness?

Some weeks ago, while I was in Rangoon, Burma, I had dinner with two people from Kachin State. While feasting on yummy Kachin food, the lady, Grace, talked about her dreams and fears for the future.  She has grown up in one of the world’s poorest, and most oppressed nations.... Read More

May 10, 2012 2 Comments

To be brave like chicken droppings

I have been thinking about what courage is. I want to be a courageous woman, but so often I am not. I am brave, but I am chicken shit, like Alanis Morisette says in her song Hand in my pocket. Around my neck I carry a simple silver necklace that... Read More

April 5, 2012 Leave your thoughts

Meeting the Archbishop

I went to Rangoon. The first meeting I had was with the Archbishop of the Catholic church. I met a man who I now respect deeply. The Archbishop met me with a big smile at the entrance of his compound. There was little that reminded me of an Archbishop. He... Read More

March 26, 2012 3 Comments

Words cannot express all

This is Rev. John Maw (Not his real name). He is 78. His wife is Pah Luu (Not her real name). She is 72.  They live in an abandoned cement building together with a few hundred others who recently fled their villages. “We did not want to leave our village,”... Read More

January 12, 2012 1 Comment