When Men Cry

When Men Cry

Yesterday I experienced something of a rarity in my life. Watching a grown man cry. Genuine tears. Tears of brokenness. Tears of sadness. Tears of grief. You see, my longtime neighbor died this week of heart issues, and this was her 40-something son talking to me from...
What I’ve Learned from Prostitutes

What I’ve Learned from Prostitutes

Mariel* led me along the dank back alley to her family’s home—a maze of carefully placed cardboard boxes secured with chicken wire. Really? Seriously? I stooped to almost a crawl to wedge inside the tunnel that led to a “two-story” living area. Marissa, a Filipino...