The memories came fast, unsolicited and deeply painful.
It hadn’t even been a week since I was sworn in as an official Peace Corps volunteer that I found myself at a two day workshop about child protective rights. 643 more words
It’s not even a few weeks since a gaggle of world leaders attempted to co-opt the genuine mourning and defiance of the ‘Je Suis Charlie’ marches, ostensibly standing with the marchers in the spirit of freedom of speech and against oppression, but in reality merely looking for a photo opportunity and to use the atrocity of the previous week as an excuse to further erode civil liberties in the name of the ‘war on terror.’ 727 more words
The cane and tawse famine ended spectacularly yesterday. I had given Robert twenty-four hours notice of his well deserved punishment, as is my custom, and instructed him to have the whipping bench assembled and implements arranged ready for use by 10am. 2,055 more words