No shoes

The red clay in Tanzania swirls thick and choking when stirred up by passing cars. Rich in iron, the clay coats everything in our clinic. It covers our supplies, our hair, our clothing. The bottoms of our shoes become tinted orange within the first day of work and our...

Grace in Tanzania

Mama Grace* washed her clothes by hand and began to hang them on the line in the yard. The Tanzanian sun felt warm upon her face, but the constant breeze kept her from sweating. Her tiny daughter, Eunice*, lay napping on a blanket in the grass. Mama Grace lifted the...