Friday, February 15, 2008

Barrio Politics, part 1

When walking from the T.E.A.R.S office to the barrio, someone in rubber boots kindly carried me across the 15 inch deep nastiness that used to be Number One street. The muck signaled the start of political campaigning.

About 10 years ago, someone running for an important office promised paved streets for the barrio in exchange for votes. No one believed he would do it, so he had curbs put in to show good faith. Though the edges are chipped, you can still see all the curbs as you walk through the dirt ruts between them.

This year, the promise is sewers. Sewers might even be better than paved streets, but the big holes full of grey gook will be more annoying than hanging curbs if they don't materialize.

Back during the curbed promise of roads, Rod let a guy buy his vote for 300 pesos. I agreed it was a good financial move for him since he is an American citizen and can't vote in the DR. Now, the price is up to between 500 and 1000 pesos for a vote. However, if you look at it in terms of the current exchange rate now (33:1) versus the exchange rate when Rod sold his vote (12:1), buying votes costs roughly the same as it used to.

It appears these proposed sewer pipes will empty out into the creek that runs down T.E.A.R.S property behind Rod's house. I wonder if the candidate doing this civic improvement is the same one who bought Rod's fake vote? Perhaps the sewer plan is an elaborate payback for vote selling fraud.




I went to my friend Tracy's ground floor apartment and had to climb a wall of dirt on Street Twelve to get to her front door. She told me she was surprised more kids weren't playing on the hill now blocking the corner.

On cue, two children appeared and I watched them play as the sun set.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Back Home



The family is back home. Mia did not appreciate her first car trip - she thought eating would be more fun, and let us know.

Luis took her into the grocery store under their apartment where everyone congratulated him and looked at pretty Mia. Jenn managed the stairs well, and has been settling in. They seem relaxed, and got to spend time talking to Jenn's family on the computer, holding up the laptop camera so everyone Stateside could see Mia asleep in her bassinet.


Tomorrow is my last day here. I'm missing my kids already, but, it will be hard to leave my new niece.

Mia, day two


This shot was taken when they brought Mia to Jenn to nurse for the first time. I should know in an hour or so if she is coming home today, or if she will spend one more day in the hospital. This morning she feels good, but she said last night was painful. I imagine the drive from Santo Domingo, then the two flights of stairs up to this apartment will be hard.

But, Luis is right when he says that Jenn will be happier home, where she can visit with friends and have help from people who love her. I can't wait to watch the faces of Luis' parents when they see Mia. They are so excited. The night before we left for the hospital, they came over and brought the most beautiful mosquito net for around the baby crib. It is all ruffles and lace, and makes the bed perfect for Princess Mia.

I've finally gotten Photoshop to work on the laptop, so I'm about to update the surgery post below with an explanation of why Jenn was not able to have Mia without the c-section.

Monday, February 11, 2008

One day old

Day one breathing air for Mia. Jenn's medicine had not worn off in the morning, so when I went back to the hospital to see them, she was feeling pretty good. The baby is perfect. She is nursing steadily, and she knows her daddy's voice.


I laughed last night when we turned on the tv in the Jenn's room. Mia's first sport on tv was cock fighting. Not something you see on tv in the Carolinas. They fought to the death, not like most of the fights I've seen on the streets where they fight until one chicken runs away, or a passing motorcycle breaks up the crowd, giving the roosters a chance to regroup. The owner of a "chicken" rooster might get his head thumped by jeering spectators. I have this on tape somewhere, I'll try and dig it out. It is something you should see to appreciate.

Mia Grace has arrived



Sunday, February 10, 2008

Surgical delivery

I wondered if it would feel different to tape and photograph a surgery for a close friend, versus doing it out of interest, like this post from Ethiopia, or doing it for a client. In terms of shooting, it was a bit different because I was joking with Jennifer and Luis. And, I was more consious than usual about staying back because I really did not want to be kicked out.


A tripod would have been a HUGE help. With one, I could have focused on stills while getting video. Instead, I went back and forth, holding the cameras up high to see over the barrier between Jenn's face and her tummy. When I saw Mia's head, I thought I had somehow missed the doctors taking her out. I shot a bit of video, then switched to the still just as they pulled the rest of her body out. Missing that beautiful motion on video kept me awake last night.


Here it is in stills. Amazing, isn't it, that we live so perfectly in our mother's body? Simply incredible.



When the doctors pulled Mia out, they started talking in Spanish. I didn't catch what they were saying, but Jenn heard something along the lines of "wow, that's weird - no wonder!" Turns out, Mia's umbilical cord was less than half the length of a normal cord. Mia couldn't push down properly on Jenn's cervix and help the birth along. Here, one of the doctors shows us the cord, comparing it to the length of a normal cord. We are all glad Jenn didn't keep trying, as a normal birth would not have been possible.

Updates, more of them

Update, 6:45pm
Jenn is exhausted, but the doctor wants her to keep on for another 30 minutes. The baby, Mia, sounds good. She is not in any distress.

Jenn, Luis and Joy breathe together. Quick breaths for ten seconds, then a deep breath.



Vidal is on a new game. I forget he is watching because he has the sound off. Boston won, but now the Heat has to beat the Lakers. I’m having a really tough time getting internet, and things are getting intense enough that I don’t want to leave.

Watching this, I can not imagine what it must be like for young girls here to have their babies in the public hospital for poor people in La Vega. Their husbands and mothers are not allowed to be in with them. If they require a c-section, they must have brought their own suture material or send someone to buy some. Supplies at the public hospital are limited. People needing oxygen must stop at the hardware store to buy it or get a canister refilled. Seriously.

In contrast, this clinic is wonderful. It is almost like being in a room at home. The only other sound I’ve heard on this floor was a baby crying when we came in. Everyone is calm. No one comes in to boss us around and take a bunch of vitals, and no one seems stressed out like they do in the States. I can tell the doctor hopes Jenn can have a natural birth, and does not want to see her disappointed. At the same, she tells the truth about what is happening.
Before, I thought it was pretty crazy to have a doctor two hours from home, but, now I can see why Joy recommended her.

Update 7:25
Things are not as good as we have hoped. It has been 12 hours now since Jenn first lost fluid, and she is still only one centimeter dilated. The doctor says her cervix is still facing backwards, and the baby’s head is not where she wants it. Luis and Jenn have decided to go ahead with a c-section, and is now being prepped for it. She just got an IV. We will move to a new room for the procedure. Good news is that Mia will be here soon.

Jenn is not happy about it, and commented between contractions, “I’m going to be in some wretched pain for six weeks.” She is tired. I’m going to shut the computer down as we are moving.

Update, 5:50pm


Jenn has dubbed Joy her doula. Luis is timing, Vidal is water fetcher and backup timer. I’m on video. It is getting intense, with contractions less than 60 seconds apart. Doctor came in as I was leaving to update. She hooked Jenn up to some monitors and said the contractions are as strong as the machine can measure. But, she is still only at one centimeter. She wants Jenn to stay on the monitor for another 30 minutes.

Hospital Update



Joy and Vidal arrived and came up to the apartment. Workaholic Jen decided there was more to be accomplished before we could take off for the capital. Checks were signed, paperwork put into labeled bags and keys left with the proper people. Then, snacks were purchased at the grocery store under Jen’s apartment and we loaded the van. A man walked by and tried to sell me a child’s chair. I decided against it.

Contractions on the way to the hospital made it to one every 8 minutes or so. But, they were not yet painful. Joy accused Jen of being in denial when she said she felt like we were going on vacation.

A quick stop at Wendy’s made hamburger loving Vidal happy. Louis admitted he was feeling quite nervous. Trying to get from Wendy’s to the hospital proved challenging. All the streets were one way the wrong way. Vidal went into Dominican driver mode and ignored the lights and signs. We (finally) arrived at the nicest clinic in the country, a few blocks back from the beach road where Carnaval wildness would take place soon. Carnaval is not as crazy here as in La Vega, however, so it is good we got out this morning.

The people at the front desk met Jen by name.

Jen’s doctor was in mass, so the doctor on call came in. He is Lebanese, and friendly. Even though Jenn had to sit on a towel in the car, he was not convinced her water had broken. He did a fern test and determined that she is losing amniotic fluid, but from a small tear, not a full blown water break. She is not dilated, and her uterus and cervix are facing back. He says there is a 50/50 chance at this point that she will need a c-section. They will check her again at 4pm.

Vidal asked Jenn if she minded watching a little basketball, so now we’re watching San Antonio play Boston with the sound turned down.



3:30 update:
The contractions are beginning to hurt. The doctor told us not to time the light contractions, but only the strong ones. Right now, strong ones are about 10 minutes apart. A woman just walked in and brought us coffee in white espresso cups. I’m heading up to the roof to see if I can grab internet from a neighboring high rise.

4:15 update:
Jenn’s doctor just arrived. She is not pleased with the one centimeter dilation and gave Jenn Prostoglandin gel to induce her, says she will give her 8 more hours before considering a c-section. Going to look again and try to connect – there are a dozen networks within range, and I can’t seem to grab any of them, even though the computer says I’m connected. Joy is desperate for a cappuccino and is asking everyone and anyone for three 10 peso coins so she can use the coffee machine.



The contractions are getting much more uncomfortable. Doc is saying things like, “pain can get very, very bad – nasty, without dilation.” I’m sure Jenn finds those thoughts encouraging, but has been promised an epidural if it gets too bad. She doesn’t want an epidural, or a c-section. So, we help out by telling her it’s pressure, not pain. Got that line from a comedian we watched last night. The other doctor told her if he was a woman, he’d want a c-section. Joy and Jenn gave his comment full thumbs down, but I was completely with him!

Boston is winning, and Vidal is content. Louis is looking green again.
Hotel prices are insane because of Carnaval – double the normal rate, but we booked two rooms for tonight because it looks like we will stay here for sure until this baby breathes air.

update, 20 minutes later

We're waiting for Joy to arrive. The doctor, who Jen said sounded like she was running on a treadmill, said she is on her way to a funeral (at 7am) and would call the other doctor to meet us. We think maybe Jen's water broke, or maybe she just peed on herself, which the doctor said happens, too. I'm really feeling the fact that I have NO valuable input to dispense regarding giving birth.

So, I'm taking lots of photos instead.

I wonder if there is an internet cafe near the hospital?

If not, I'll be back in a day or two with a long post.

"Oh my . . ."

We were awakened when it was dark by a Carnaval parade. I taped it because I just can't believe people got up that early to bang drums and march through the streets. I'm sure the tape is not great, because I was asleep while shooting. Water has been off for 8 hours in our apartment. I think Jen is going to have the baby soon. She had contractions and her husband is walking around, holding his head saying, "Oh my God."

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Gearing up for Day One

Jennifer and Luis are working today with the team that comes down every year from Canada. Fantastic group of people who put on a camp for kids that live in the ghetto, many of whom have NEVER been out of the ghetto, so it is neat to watch their faces when they first arrive at camp. It is a pretty place, with flowers, a pool, and swingsets.

I got to hang out with the incredible Rod and Twila today. We went to a new restaurant that is now my favorite, run by Taiwanese people and serving all veggie food, some of which looks and tastes like meat. They speak Mandarin, so my son Alden will enjoy meeting them when he comes.


We then drove around the Carnaval set up. It kicks off tomorrow, and I've received a coveted invitation into one of the team lairs. For a few years, I worked on a documentary about Carnaval. But, I have never finished it. My Spanish is too poor to edit the 30 plus hours of footage properly.

Carnaval here has changed since I began the documentary. Perhaps I can show the change in a future piece if my language skill ever improves. I've skipped the past few years because the energy is different and I lost interest. More commercial, certainly. Before, I rarely saw people from outside at Carnaval. Now, it is packed with tourists and journalists and company logos. Outsiders want to dip into the local energy, but their presence here waters it down.

Been there, bought the tee shirt.

I hope as a journalist (of sorts), my presence is more low key - observing rather than interfering. Do you think that hope is possible?

Friday, February 08, 2008

China, the sad truth

I'm in the Dominican Republic. My plan was to write about the political process here. However, I just got this email and wanted to share it. The adoption agency we used to get Alden - an agency that dropped all their fees so he could be adopted in spite of his age and needs - can no longer do Chinese adoptions.

Here is part of today's letter, asking for help to keep their care centers open. Closing the adoption program did not make these orphans disappear. Here is a link about their work. Also, a very short video about a child in one center.

We are faced with a crisis! Our Foster Care Centers in Changchun and Siping had been supported by China adoption fees. However, many of you may know that last spring we went to bat for an African-American parent that had received pre-approval by the CCAA to adopt a special needs child and then was denied the child when the CCAA saw her photo and realized she was African-American. We fought with her against the CCAA for her right to adopt the child and we won. She now has her daughter. We did the right thing by standing up for her human rights but the price we paid was the loss of our adoption program in China.

I'm glad Alden's adoption was not stopped when I publically joined voices over this issue. I thought we might lose him and it was scary. And, there was fall out, though we personally did not suffer.

I think this story is a perfect demonstration of China's absolute disregard for the dignity of EVERY human life. They did the right thing with this woman to stem our outcry, but, they punished the people who disagreed with them. A communist government that rules by fear is amazed and frustrated by free speech, so they try to squelch it.

IT MAKES ME WANT TO SPEAK LOUDER!

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

How to Deliver a Baby

Dr. Ruth, from Ethiopia, was kind enough to send me these instructions (see this post for details on why). She also says she has lots of faith in me.



A. Basically a birth is an biological event and not a medical one. It becomes medical when things go wrong.
Of course, this would be my CONCERN!!!
It might help to know that a couple of years ago, a comatose woman who was pregnant delivered her baby in coma without any problems. It is a reflex thing.
I'm so relieved. I'll be sure to let Jenn know.

B. When the head is down it pushes with the contractions of the uterus basically by it self in the right way. It will make a turn in the birthcanal but that happens normally also by it self. (you can help a little bit, by turning it with your hand, but basically it is not necessary).
Can you see me doing this?

It is handy though, to support the baby with your hand and let your hand follow the movement of the baby, so it doesn’t fall on the floor.
Handy, yes.

C. When it goes to fast in the end there is a risk of tearing, but you can help to put some fingers between the vagina and anal wall to give some extra pressure at the skin.
Is this with the hand that is not busy keeping the baby from falling on the floor?

D. Now, what is good to have with you, in case the child gets born in the car!
Some pair of gloves, some blankets to wrap the baby in, two pieces of wrope ( 15 cm long and clean) to tie the cord, clean scissors. (and tissues/pieces of cloth).
Okay, I don't remember ANYTHING in the previous instructions involving rope!

In case the baby is born you have to tie the cord, otherwise blood floes back.
Oh, yeah. Just in case this birthing process ends with a BIRTH.

First you tie the cord (wrap it, knot it, wrap it around it, knot it: three times) 1,5 finger width (1- 2 cm ) from the bellybutton. Really tight. Then you tie it around 2 fingers width from the first tie, also really tied. Then you can cut it, in between, so the baby is loose, but you can also wait for the ambulance. Wrap the baby in warm blankets and/or lay it next to the mother. And wait for the placenta to come.
The ambulance. Through the crowds of demons. Right. But, now I see what the rope is for. What do we do with the placenta when it comes?

(when the baby is not responding: rub it firmly, slap its buttocks and when there is saliva at the mouth remove it with the tissue, so the baby breaths better)
I guess that is better than ME screaming "the baby is not responding, get a doctor!!!"

E. Now in case when things go wrong: arms or legs first, shoulders stuck, lots of bleeding, big tear: you have to go to the hospital. But know that, and you do not want that of course, but sometimes mothers arrive here after two days with a prolonged delivery and the child and mother get out alive. You will probably be in the hospital before that.
Here is where my mind starts to go blank . . . .

F. And first babies usually take 8-14 hours.
Very good news. I can breathe again

Love you, Ruth

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

It's going to be a long night

And, I'm not going to make it - my bed is calling me. Watching Super Tuesday returns is even better than scanning the Super Bowl to see the ads.

This election is more interesting than any I remember since I voted for the first time at age 17. People who were 18 by November could vote in the NC primary caucus way back then . . . back in the time of global cooling.

Obviously I'm too tired to be writing.

This is crazy!

When Jennifer and Luis asked me to come to the Dominican Republic for the birth of their first child, I was thrilled. But, as the time draws close, I have to say I'm scared. I'm not afraid of being at the hospital, or seeing blood, or hearing Jenn scream at Louis.

Nah, I can handle that stuff.

But, when Jenn told me the hospital they chose is in the capital, 2 hours away, I freaked a bit. Then, she explained that our friend Joy would drive her to the hospital. Okay, Joy lives in Santiago, which is 1/2 hour from La Vega, where Jenn lives. So, we are talking 2.5 hours MINIMUM from phone call to hospital arrival.

Yes, this is Jenn's first baby, so labor should should take awhile, right?

I hope so. The other challenge is Carnaval. Jenn was awakened to that fact last weekend when a parade announcing Carnaval drummed under her window at SIX am.

This is my mental picture. Jenn's water breaks on a Sunday morning. We call Joy. Joy makes it to La Vega in record time. We pile into the car and start the trip to Santo Domingo. Then, we are waylaid by a hoard of demons in the street. Jenn tells us the baby is coming. Joy honks the horn and moves through the demons. Then, Jenn screams that the baby is coming NOW! We have to pull over.

I'm going to stop now, because this is as far as I've let my imagination go. Remember, I have three kids, all of whom I gave birth to with wallet pangs, not labor pains!

Can anyone recommend a book on how to deliver a baby in a car during a parade of drunk demons whose job it is to run around and beat people with sand filled cow bladders? I want to have that with me when I leave here Thursday.

Imagine if this was the first thing you saw when you arrived?

My Family


Life is good.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Kenya Update 3

It is hard for me to read this, as it is from the Masai man whom I interviewed. I see him, his wife and his children as I read. I believe he is a leader over at least 60 Masai churches. His name is Moses.
"Trouble is still rampant in our country killings & riots
especially recently they have killed two opposition's law
makers.

The major problem we have is hunger not able to meet daily basic necessities our members are starving.

We need a miracle from God."

Moses is a good man. I share his words in hope that you will send your strength, in thoughts or prayer, to the people of Kenya. We are all connected, don't you think? Let's also focus on holding up the arms of Moses so he can continue to encourage and help his people. This conflict, from what I can tell, is not of the Masai, but they are certainly among those suffering.

Click here to search for posts about this ongoing crisis.

China crisis update

It is great to hear that people are giving to the orphans in this weather crisis. I've been watching the lists of needs daily to see if Sarah's orphanage has shown up. The Google earth map shows snow, but I'm not sure how often it is updated, anyone know?

Here is the report from Alden's orphanage. Looks like school is open, so it must not be as bad as some of the towns that have been without power for over a week. Here is a picture I took of his class last May.



It is easy to bring Alden's good friend into my mind's eye. She is a tall girl, with a scar on her lip. I hope she got something warm to wear. It's difficult for me to release the eyes of the older children after I visit an orphanage. This girl looked like she really wanted to go home with us, and it is much too easy to bring that look to mind. I don't think I can post her picture on line, but you can imagine. It is not the easiest look to read, honestly. Is she hoping we will want her, too? Or, is she wishing she did not have to say good-bye to her friend? My guess is that she was at least eleven, Sarah's age. Is eleven past the age of hoping for a family?

Lianyungang, Jiangsu – is doing the best they can despite the lowest temperatures in history. While they still insist we help others first, they do request winter jackets for the children, warm mats to cover the floor and bottles for babies with cleft lip/palate. The last item we’ll have to ship from Beijing as soon as we are able. UPDATE: Lianyungang bought a covered cargo tricycle for each of the Family Village families to keep the children protected on their way to school. They also bought winter quilts and jackets for the Family Village. UPDATE: HTS is sending extra funds for heating the family village apartments for the next month - 495 yuan per family = 3960 yuan along with 36,600 yuan to purchase 100 sets of winter clothing, 100 quilts, 100 blankets and two heater/air conditioners.

Finally, this morning I saw Sarah's orphanage. CWI stands for Child Welfare Institute.
Zhuzhou CWI, Hunan - need winter clothing, quilts, school supplies and medical assistance. Estimated cost: 100,000 yuan; total child population: 325

Here is the site to find out more. I need to get a scanner so I can make my photos from Sarah's adoption digital so you can see her orphanage, too.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Suggestions Needed

My friend Robert is in trouble. He forgot his wife's birthday yesterday.

She reminded him at midnight. He also forgot to tell her she was invited to a good friend's baby shower.

Oh, did I mention his wife is pregnant?

This is a shot of their firstborn child. She started preschool this week. I estimate she will finish college in roughly 6 years or so, if she takes summer breaks.

So, ladies, what should Robert do to bring peace back to the house?

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Antiquities


Took the kids to see the Excavating Egypt exhibit at the Columbia Art Museum (COMA) today. I have to say it is just not the same as being there. Basically, in Egypt or in Italy, stuff that is older than our dirt kind of heaps up. Yeah, it's pretty neat, and people like to come over and comment on it. But after awhile, how many death masks or 3' olive jars can a person fit in the living room before there is just no place to sit?

It's different seeing these phenomenal pieces displayed behind 1/2 inch thick plexi, in a room where people stand softly and stare knowingly, lips pursed, at a hieroglyphic laden goat head.

It is nice that they post notes you can read next to the objects. In Cairo, if you want to know what you are looking at, be prepared to spend your life savings on a guide who may or may not speak your language, and may or may not know more than you do about the Rosetta Stone, but will be happy to introduce you to an low-priced, locals-only, approved-by-the-government-for tourists, no-pressure-sales, authentic (!) perfume factory owner/rug dealer/camel renter/papyrus maker when you are done at the museum.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Owner?


I feel I've almost hit excessive on the number of "issue" posts lately. So, I will keep this one short. China, as you know, has experienced severe weather. Many orphanages are in trouble. I received an email this morning about one nanny walking FOUR hours to the orphanage she they works, others are leaving their families to be with the orphans instead of staying home to celebrate Chinese New Year. Here is a site with more info on specific orphanages and their needs. Info is at the right hand side of the home page. This photo was taken at Alden's orphanage, before we adopted him. He was lucky to have a coat. I can't imagine what snow at Sarah's old orphanage would be like, and they say the weather in Hunan, her province, is horrible.


Had an interesting conversation with Alden last night. We were on our way home from the kid's "Age of Aquarius" performance. If anyone knows how to get that song out of one's head, PLEASE COMMENT!

We stopped by ACS, David's business, to get his phone.

Alden asked, "Mommy, why Daddy have keys ACS?"
This began a challenging discussion about Daddy owning the business. It quickly became obvious that Alden has no concept of someone OWNing a business.

We left it at "So all people at ACS have to listen Daddy?"
"yes."

Alden liked that idea.

Kenya Update 2

Here is the most recent Kenya update from our missionary friends. Mike is Marigold's husband. You can hear an interview with her in an earlier post, and I hope to post another soon where she talks about being in a car that was attacked by thugs. Mikey is their son. They have two vehicles, I guess this was one of them. They bought the vehicles to help some of their local workers make extra money by doing tours.

May God Bless you for your prayers.
I just spoke to Mike and Mikey. Mike said that things were much worse than they had even imagined. They took food today, over 3000 lb. to a refuge camp in Lamuru were 7500 people are staying. One of our vehicles was attack by a mob. They shot out the windows and would have killed our driver but a young man that is being trained to drive was in the van and persuaded them to let them live. Their lives were spared. Today yet another minister of Parliament was killed. Tomorrow Mike and Mikey are heading to Gilgil near Navasha, where the latest burnings and riots have been. Please pray for their protection.

I am trying to speak to them everyday. I will keep you posted on their whereabouts and well being. Mike and Mikey was so thankful that they have funds to buy the foods, blankets, clothing and other needs. Because you gave and are praying!
YOU ARE THERE WITH THEM, THANK YOU.


I took this pic in Argentina, and was reminded of it when I read the story. The energy in a crowd about to bolt is heart stopping. I can't imagine being in one when the last few drops of water hit an already over-full glass.

If you wish to send money to help buy food and supplies,
please specify your desire and mail checks for Firewind Ministries to:
Mike and Marigold Cheshier
Office
Firewind Ministries
1629 North Washington Ave.
Springfield, Mo. 65803
417 831 4779

Thursday, January 31, 2008

LOST


My work colleagues tell me I don't watch enough tv for someone in the film business. They are right. But, I do watch LOST. And, I have been following the countdown on my friend Laura's blog for months getting ready for tonight.

We record it so we can watch straight through.

A few minutes ago, as I was reading Dr. Seuss to Alden, when David walked in an announced, "We have a serious problem."

Zion stopped the recorder.

I'm so bummed.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Kenya Update

Just got this update from our missionary friends in Kenya. Must be two days old. KAG stands for Kenya Assemblies of God.
The count is up to over 100 churches lying in ashes completely destroyed. 70000 KAG members are displaced and living in temporary camps. The violence continues heavily. This morning a member of parliament was murdered and this will probably resurge the conflict. 400 KAG churches are NOT having service currently for fear of death and burning.

The pastor in Eldoret was beaten and cut with pongas (machete) the mob thought he was dead and left him there. He was taken to the hospital and for 3 days laid in a coma. When the General Superintendent came to see him he awakened and has been given new vision from God. No pastors have lost their life but the death tally is more likely between 1 and 5 thousand people.

We are currently getting ready for a big push. We will be headed into Eldoret, Korikocho, Narok, Navasha ... basically the sights of the worst violence. We will also be preaching in these refugee camps .. please pray that we will have the right words to say to bring peace to all these hearts. All is well. Feel free to pass this info along it is from the mouth of the General Superintendent.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Masai character

In light of all that is cruel going on in Kenya, I went back to some interviews I did there with a Masai last year. He told me about his circumcision, and about women's circumcision ceremonies.

Man or woman, when you are circumcised, you should not show fear or pain. During his circumcision, he stood with arms stretched out from his body, hands flat. Because he did not show fear in his eyes, and his hands did not shake, he was given a cow as a reward for his bravery.

Here, he talks about the value of bravery in the Masai culture. He also discusses generosity. I think this dialogue is a nice follow up to yesterday's post.

Here are the audio clips:
Bravery
Generosity
Generosity - results


When you visit me, I will show you the knife this Masai is holding. He was kind enough to let me take it home. I later received a letter from the Masai I visited and was able to send them a photo album of my time there. I hope desperately to return and see them all alive and well.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Fascinating Blog


I discovered a wonderful blog today by a journalist in Chennai, India. I flew there by accident once, courtesy of a Charles DeGaul airport representative. His blog is luring me back.

Here is a link to Scott Carney's blog. Check out the post on organ selling -- intense. When I clicked on his complete profile and watched the you tube video of his apartment, the sounds in the background took me back to my too-short time there.


I want to live in India!

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Whew, it's over


David's company, ACS, is pulling out the last of the Obama and Edwards gear and my kids can't wait to see their daddy at home.

I just took Alden by the Obama victory party to see the uplink trucks. There were 40 or so in the parking lot. I get a rush walking by trucks, mostly feature movie trucks, but uplink trucks spark me a bit, too. Alden must not have felt it. He told me he was feeling a "little tired." I'm sad he didn't get the "truck rush" but, it is still good that he was there, because tonight South Carolina wrote a new chapter in her history.



Inside, the show was coming down. One of the union guys saluted my camera, and I laughed, so it is blurry - probably for the best.

Harry Palmer is the tallest person I know. I've heard his wife is exactly 1/2 his height. She volunteers as a lawyer for the ACLU and I've wanted to meet her for years but never have had the pleasure. I just want to see a woman that can put up with Harry. The first time I met him, he bellowed - Harry's voice is always at least 6 decibels above any other sound - something about ACS, referring to it as Anti-Christ Sound. I'm sure just to get under David's skin. Didn't work. David is not easily ruffled, and he likes Harry. I do to. I've always held a sneaking suspicion he's got a heart of gold.

When David read this blog entry, he got to the part about Harry's voice and commented, "Yeah, 6 db above ANY sound -- jet engines, for example." Tomorrow, I hope David sleeps half the day before starting the craziness of putting things away and dividing/returning all the rental gear.

Friday, January 25, 2008

The Dying Room

This is a photo of my son, taken outside his Chinese orphanage a few years before he came to join our family. I've been to this orphanage, it is a beautiful place with loving caretakers and excellent facilities. I can not say enough good things about this orphanage, it is in the top two of those I've I have visited in 5 countries. The other was the Ark, in Jarabacoa, Dominican Republic.



My friend Jen told me about this short documentary, though it was made more than a decade ago I had not seen it. We actually adopted Sarah a year or so after it came out and China closed many of it's orphanages to outsiders.

Truly, my hat is off to the filmmakers. It is my opinion that shooting this film was quite dangerous.

Click here to find the page, then
click the link on the right called the Dying Room.

Reactions to this documentary interest me as both a filmmaker and an adoptive mom. Some people are angry about it, feeling that this film was the reason they could not go to their child's orphanage. Others feel it helps them understand their child's story. Others deny that there is any truth to the film, or the truth is only in the distant past, and all has changed now.

The Dying Room film is powerful in part because it boils down the Chinese orphan problem to the implementation of the One Child Policy. Succinct, tangible.

It is my desire to distill my work, apply the principal of Occam's razor, but, my mind does not work that way. I look at an issue and see a thousand threads, and I struggle to cut any of them off because they could lead somewhere important.

Are there reasons outside the one child policy that contribute to the orphan crisis and abuse in China? Certainly. But, does the documentary filmmaker have a responsibility to show all facets of a story? Please comment and let me know what you think.

And, if you want to know why I posted a picture of Addis on the post just before this one, it is because I was feeling internal pressure that my blog photos were only showing one side of Ethiopia, that of a rural, poor nation. When writing, I felt those photos fit the post content. So, why do I feel an obligation to expand the visual conversation and let people know that I realize Ethiopia has modern areas and wealth? This nagging worry that I must paint the entire picture or I am not showing the truth can and does paralyze my work.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Coming out

When planning my second trip to Ethiopia in 2006, a woman called me. She was adopting from AHOPE, the orphanage for hiv positive children. We talked a long time, and she asked me to visit her son-to-be while I was in Addis, and take photos of him, and give him photos of his new family.

That visit to AHOPE began my journey to better understand HIV, AIDS and the orphan crisis in our world.

Here is her story, beautifully written and tremendously thought provoking as well. Here is a line from the article to whet your appetite.
“I don’t want to hide it anymore, Mom.” Alee lay stretched across my bed, arms propped behind her head, staring at the ceiling. Her face was set with determination . . . .



I took this photo from the window of the international church, Beza in Addis. Hard to believe in a city this beautiful, with the best weather on earth, is home to so many AIDS orphans. I'm humbled by those I know who have taken on the paperwork and cost to bring these terrific kids into their homes. I also long for the day when a self-employed person can afford the medical insurance necessary to do the same thing.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Wegener Media, a short history

Computer whiz Wedge.

Between Wedge and Robert, I think we have finally achieved success and I hope to be editing tomorrow sans constant lock ups.

I met Wedge the same night I met my husband. It was late, and the guys were installing a lighting system into a church when my friend Scott and I showed up, looking for a place to crash before our Charlotte film tranfer the following day. I'd heard that church is a good place to meet a husband, but that is a story for another post.

Suspecting nothing, I got into the back seat of the car Wedge was driving and immediately found myself screaming as he did donuts in the street. It was 1992.

Despite his nearly wearing my dinner that day, we've remained friends. Wedge spent much of his time overseas, running sound for a music group with Proclaim. At times when he called, we would hear booming sounds in the background. He would be a mile from the front lines of some Croatian battle, but the sounds of the bombs still came through the cell phone. I envied his life of bribing border guards, drinking bad beer and staying with people in other countries.

When occasionally State-side, Wedge lived in our guest room. It was there that he started his Mac computer business, supplying rebuilt machines for people around the globe and helping me build my first edit system. Eventually, the computer parts stacked precariously to the ceiling pushed out the door and he moved with them to a small house. He married a woman who really did not appreciate wading through piles of mother boards in the bathroom. So, Wedge rented a building the size of a Piper airplane hanger, and filled it with Apples.

Whenever I visit Wegener Media, I fight an intense desire to ignore my computer issues and instead create the mac daddy of installation art.

an amazing woman

Last night, a friend dropped by to return some Cuba footage. She told me some news about the missionary, Marigold Cheshier, whom we worked with in Kenya. Marigold battles cancer. She has fought cancer for many years. Lung cancer, breast cancer, and I'm not sure what else. Doctors constantly tell her to stay home, take chemo. She won't do it. She goes back to Africa and people pray for her, and she makes it through yet another trip. While in Africa, she lives in cheap hotel rooms or tents. She works with people in the slums, and she builds churches in Masai villages that want them. Last night, I learned that two tumors broke through her skin and that her trip to Kenya is delayed because of the open wounds that she must pack and dress daily. Her son and husband went back to Kenya, and she hopes to follow them in a few weeks.

Marigold inspires me.

I interviewed her for hours in a jeep one day while we traveled South of Nairobi. This morning I played some of the interviews while feeding Zion breakfast. Please let me know if you like it and want to hear more.

Click here for interview.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Montgomery, AL


This morning, we headed out to Mongomery, AL. More interviews, and a chance to go to a city where our family would not have been welcome in the recent past. Seems an appropriate trip for Martin Luther King Day.

I was blessed when our big group of Chinese, Ethiopian, African American and white friends and family walked into a lovely country club, and were received with smiles warm greetings for our dear hosts,Joy and Cole. After a fabulous meal, the day continued with some interviews and LOTS of kid fun. My children did not want to come home, and have been talking about our trip to Altanta and Montgomery non stop.

When we did finally pull into home, we raced over to the State Museum for the Martin Luther King student art exhibit, where a piece of Sarah's art was displayed. Alas, we missed the event, but did have a lovely afternoon with our local artist friends, the Cooks.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

of snow and fish

Since political shows consume the first 21 hours of David's every day, the kids and I decided to take a short road trip.

Last night, Atlanta, home of Laura and Brian. I did some work, a video interview with our friend Mindi, to validate the rental car as a business expense, and then we all stayed up way too late talking.

Following morning waffles, the kids started screaming and dancing when giant white flakes began dropping out of the clouds. We eventually pulled them out of the back yard and loaded them up for a trip to the fantastic Georgia Aquarium. Then, a late lunch at my favorite store, IKEA, where we did some shopping for the Dominican Republic pack.

Seconds after we landed back at my friend Laura's home, the big kids were back to the cold outdoors, making snow angles, snowmen and I have no idea what else because I do not venture out into cold snow. At Sarah's request, I did race out to snag one photo to prove the white stuff was not a dream.

Please Vote

Okay, CNN just called the SC Republican Primary result, so this post is not to encourage you to vote today for someone here. Rather, please vote for my favorite project on Ebay Giving Works.

I'm campaigning for the Heart for Ethiopia project. To vote, you click on the video for a project you like to help it win $5000. The video for Heart shows a woman against the brick wall and is second to the left under "non profit."

This project provides water to people in Ethiopia. They dig wells for $200, so if they win the ebay contest, it will do a LOT of good. I've stayed in their home/guesthouse and have really enjoyed getting to know the people behind the work.

I'll post a pic when I'm back at my big computer. Here is a segment from their last newsletter:

. . . Ermias wrote that two wells were drilled the first week of January.

"This week was a week of digging. The second water well which we dug at Awash Belo in Ato Sorsa's compound has attracted the attention of the community. All the community are using only that well for drinking. The chairman of the kebele (commune) has called me so many times and begged us to go and asked us excuse them for their first disinterest.

Yesterday I was there to dig the second well in this week. I saw a lady was taking water from a hand dug well. I went to her and I saw the well. It fell in on all sides but in the middle it had water. I saw the water and it was not clean. I asked her what they are using it for. She replied that they use it for cooking. When I asked about drinking she said, "There is one water pipe in our community. We use that for drinking." The water she speaks about was the one we dug before.

Ato Sorsa's wife also said "It is holy water. Since the time we got this water all our family has become healthy. We are grateful for your helping us to have this water."

Please vote often and email your friends to vote. Every vote enters YOU into a $1000 sweepstakes as well.

Here's a pic of Kidist's husband, who lives at the guest house. ALWAYS studying, in this shot a book on English.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Keep the conversation going

I decided not to post anything new today because we have a good conversation going in the film post below and I would like to continue it for another day. Thanks to those who have submitted comments, I would love to hear more . . .