!n 1979, the United Nations General Assembly adopted a bill of rights for women called the Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination Against Women (CEDAW).
Heard of it? And why is a bill of rights for women needed anyway?
Water is life. Sanitation is dignity. Those two phrases go together like salt and pepper, or peanut butter goes with jelly. Once you access water, there is a host of outcomes that follow. Sure clean water means healthier villages, happier children, the possibility of new streams of income sources made possible through irrigation or fish farming industry. But there are also some potentially unanticipated but very obvious once you think about them, outcomes that are not quite as marketable.
I ask that as we wash our hands, take a shower, or quench our thirst with ease, we remember to give thanksgiving for clean water and offer prayers for our sisters all over the world who are spending their day walking for water.
There is a song in the holiday classic movie, White Christmas, that begins with Bing Crosby’s character asking, “What do you do with a general when he stops being a general?” It’s the same kind of question Amanda and I
The Strong Women, Strong World trip to New York was arranged months ago. It is an annual event sponsored by World Vision in Manhattan. This year’s pre-event included a conversation at the United Nations. Watering Malawi colleague, Amanda Short and
I feel like a failed college mom. Our schoolgirl started classes this week in Malawi. The problem is that she started a full week behind her classmates. She didn’t have what she needed. Her uniform was not ready. Her school
Many girls dream of going to college, but one in three Malawian girls become brides before they are 18. Worldwide pregnancy is the leading cause of death for girls between 15-18 years of age. It is hard to believe but
The rainy season has just ended, which is why I travel in April and not March. Oddly, it begins to rain. The crowds grow. The raindrops turn to downpour. People, standing under umbrellas and trees, or seeking shelter in doorways, wave. We wave back. Chingali is excited today. The president is coming! And we are trying to race ahead of her convoy to get to the district office.
Going to church in Malawi, like most things here, takes time. I used to begrudgingly drag my flip flops through the sand before plopping down on a thin wooden bench for a few hours of church. No longer a bored