Tag Archives: bolivia

Piano Lessons

Written by Maryknoll Lay Missioner Caitlin Reichelderfer When I skyped my mother to tell her that I was going to be teaching piano lessons she just started laughing. “But, you haven’t played piano in over 10 years,” she said still grinning, “and you’re not a teacher.” She was correct on both accounts. I had barely touched a piano since my...
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Restorative Justice goes beyond Legal Training

Written by Maryknoll Lay Missioner Joe Loney We met in a ten by five foot room, which serves as a computer skills room, library, interview room and combined storage-closet for the newcomers and sleeping quarters in the nighttime. Through the grapevine, Miguel learned that the free lawyer from the “Church” was attending to legal questions. He must have waited fifteen...
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Unexpected Babysitter for a Day

Written by Minh Nguyen I often remind myself to expect the unexpected. Things still hit me by surprise, sometimes to test my compassion level and/or my flexibility in shifting my priorities. This happened four days after the New Year, I received an urgent email from a Franciscan friend who does pastoral work at the San Sebastian Women’s prison. She mentioned...
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Preventative Health Care in Bolivia

By Lexie Adams Stress is all around us and in us. That’s what I am noticing here too in Bolivia, it’s all over the world. It manifests itself in many ways, many of which are negative: from violence to depression, from hectically scrambling around to lack of patience, from feeling physically sick to verbally bringing down others. How do we...
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Bolivia and My Road to Emmaus

by Joe Loney Just a few weeks ago the Sunday Gospel told us the story of the disciples unknowingly meeting the resurrected Jesus on the road to Emmaus.  I would like to tell you about my own road to Emmaus. Early one Friday morning I journeyed by bus from my home in Cochabamba, Bolivia to a village called Sipe Sipe,...
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My encounter with Antonia

My encounter with Antonia (Minh Nguyen) “Would you buy my knitted jacket, please?” The woman prisoner in her late 60 looked at me begging while she continued knitting. Our eyes met. My curiosity urged me to find out more about why someone wanted to sell something she was still working on. I was the last visitor leaving the prison before...
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