By Mommy Emily Mum loved blankets. I could always find her curled up in one, in the corner of the living room, sunlight pouring like honey across her light brown hair, glasses sliding off her nose while she slowly lifted a spoon to eat her yogurt, a Bible or gardening magazine on her lap. Mommy…

  Post by Joanne Viola, Treasurer of The Lulu Tree The verse has been before me for just about two weeks … “But Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” And he place his hands on their heads and…

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 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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