
I landed in Yangon, the capital city of Myanmar, a very ignorant young woman. I knew nothing about the country, so you can imagine my surprise to learn that the men wore skirts, the women have yellow powdered circles on their cheeks, and that the country has NO ATM’s at all — and that I only had $350 in my pocket to last me for three weeks. Somehow, I survived on $10 a day and, three weeks later, I left Yangon a changed person, with a bigger heart and a desire to see this country’s people rise from their currently powerless situation.
I visited Myanmar one year ago, just before the military coup… and now this: a cyclone? This beautiful country with generous (and helpless) people is suffering from one of the worst natural disasters this decade and all their government wants to do is close their borders and refuse aid? I just don’t get it. Read More »




You know when you hear about something and all you can think is, “WHAT???” Yup. That’s all I could think when I heard about