Celebrating Nicaragua’s Gains and Feeling Anguish for Gaza
1999: Hurricane Mitch Aftermath The image is forever seared in my mind: Francisco was two years old, his thin legs and swollen feet were covered in sores. Straw blond hair stuck to his head as he listlessly nursed from his teenage mother’s breast. He weighed 13 ½ pounds. It was the summer of (…)
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