By Mommy Emily   It’s like a long pencil-streak, this road I ride. A strip of ruler-straight asphalt, drawn past fields of wheat and canola. Sometimes I see deer with white tails, leaping through blades of wheat. Sometimes I hear frogs. Once, I saw a moose taking a swim in the dark in a pond…

*Forgive us as we interrupt our Sabbath Month to inform you of some desperate prayer needs* I was seated in the sun at Riding Mountain National Park, red purse at my feet, about to head out for milkshakes with my Mum, sister and sister in law. My hands smelled like soap as I’d been scrubbing…

By the founder of The Lulu Tree   There’s a soldier who sings from the hilltops of Sierra Leone. He sings low African hymns, this warrior of land and sky, as he marches across the soil which feeds his people. He fights on his knees at 4:30 every morning and he fights with his heart…

“How do you guys fundraise?” she asks me over Skype. She’s heard of what we’re doing and she wants to join. This is our first meeting. I smile. I love answering this question. “We don’t,” I tell her, and her mouth is the perfect O. “But how? How do you have 12 acres in Uganda?…

I’m the first white to sleep in this village. I lie under a cloud of mosquito net, an open window behind my head and the sound of men’s voices speaking Krio, the hum of ancient men and young boys, cracking nuts and seated on stumps, singing through the screen-less opening. I’m 36 but there are…

Post by the The Lulu Tree founder after her recent trip to Uganda. God rained down the day we dedicated the well in Namagera village. Sheets of water from heaven — “It’s good for the maize,” Esther told me, the village fields covered in tousled heads of green; corn to fill bellies and to sell…

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