Our Stories

This morning I began to cry. And with tears tumbling down my face I began to sing. At that point of wounding, there right there where it...

Our Secret Garden Project continues showing signs of growth and with it, kindness. We will continue on. #Gallery #English

" There's a point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit...

You remember the scene from the film Narnia, where Aslan arrives to confront the Witch, and slowly the ice begins to melt, and winter...

You've heard about our Kids. Our Kids in War City. Simply amazing mostly Syrian children, mixed with some from Mosul...all of whom have...

There is a tiny 40 family Yezidi camp. Two years ago it was love at first sight and we all adopted each other and have walked close...

It wasn't an event. Or a" one-off." It was the introduction of a culture. A culture of peace. Three days later and we are still unable to...

At our incredible Yezidi students who are the first in Kurdistan ( in all of Iraq come to that ) to study for an university degree...

Consists in this. The gift should cost very little, and yet be greatly coveted, so that it may be more highly appreciated " Baltasar...

It has been one of those rare joys and honors to participate with Henrique Cymerman in the screening of his exceptional documentary, '...

Right. They don't match do they? I do have my grumpy days, and they are not necessarily connected to sandstorms, or cockroaches or lack...

Is found in the place where tears are shed. That deep place which permits the heart to speak the words that the mouth is unable to...

That's what we discovered when we entered the Rainbow Zone. We, mere mortals, thought we were building a restorative arts community...

Genocide present. A day with no hope and zero comfort. A day spent amongst the mourners of Shariya Camp, Kurdistan, North Iraq. A day of...

We're gaining more Kids in War. Tread carefully child. You are entering a new zone. One you have not touched before. Here you tread...

I watch our kids this morning. All super colorful individuals. All super broken, torn and fragmented by the cruelties and injustices of...

I spent some time outside our community centre this morning, watering our trees and picking up the endless trash that this community just...

" We walked on the moon. We made footprints somewhere no one else had ever made footprints, and unless someone comes and rubs them out,...

A pictorial essay of War Paint War Paint. It's a color. It's a sequence of sounds. Sometimes boisterous. Sometimes silent. Sometimes...

We love our War City kids. We take good care of them. When we first opened our War City community centre for Syrian refugees we debated...