By Mommy Emily I am walking with Mommy Esther, cloth bag on my shoulder, flip-flops making noiseless patterns in Uganda’s red soil. We pass Erica who’s taking photos of village children who’ve become fascinated with her sunglasses. We pass banana and mango trees. Pastor Paul is heading towards us, looking weary. He smiles nonetheless and…

By Mommy Emily   It’s Tuesday and sweat is trickling down the insides of my knees. We’re seated on wooden benches in Namagera Village, just five minutes from the School of Hope land. It’s a prayer clinic – our national team puts it on every month to train locals how to pray. There’s a slight…

By Mommy Emily My mama is sick. They say she’s in palliative care. I found this out days before my trip to Uganda and for the first time in four years of traveling to Africa, I didn’t want to go. I wept as I packed my bags with colorful skirts and flip-flops. I wept as…

By Erica Hale, VP of The Lulu Tree The van lurches over ruts cut deep into red earth by the rainy season’s downpour. It’s Palm Sunday, and we’ve driven to the villages past the road that runs through Jinja, edged by dusty boys with wide smiles selling fistfuls of palm leaves cut fresh for passing…

Post by Norah Kennedy, Executive Director of the Edmonton Pregnancy Care Center, who recently traveled with Emily and Erica to Uganda It’s early in the morning on Monday and I’ve been awake for a while contemplating Africa. I cried all the way from the airport as I tried to share some of the things I…

By Mommy Emily There’s a road from Kampala to Jinja and it’s called Kampala Road when you’re driving to Kampala and Jinja Road when you’re driving to Jinja. We are driving to Jinja. Past lush green tea plantations and long lines of potted flowers. Past school students in all different colors of uniform – the…

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