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Climbing Apple Trees

The hour drew close and the ladies gathered at our home, some children in tow as well as a few brothers. We loaded onto the bus this chilly Sunday afternoon, ready to embark on a special outing: apple picking. For most of us who live in Central New York, the tradition of apple picking is [...]


It’s been one month since the students from Cornell came to Hopeprint to work with a select group of our Congolese women. Coming into the day, we had selected them because they were among the most discouraged, disheartened and visibly struggling women we were working with. Of course, looking at the history of the conflict [...]

Congolese Woman Pounds Cassava Leaves

I Met Africa by Lee Kim Kim served as a guest coach for a Cornell University graduate course during a Hopeprint site visit I met Africa for the first time. We went to a play house in the back yard. It had little tiny tables and little tiny chairs And a big box filled with [...]

Me and Congolese Women

  For most of our time on Lilac Street, I have had friends among the Congolese, Burundian and Rwandan women. For years, their sense of burden and need has felt a bit like an unshakable one between the trauma, demands, language barriers and other factors that kept many of them home, struggling with depression and [...]


She smiles as she looks our direction, “TIA. This is Africa.” It’s the common response to the idiosyncrasies that come with a continent inthe throws of development while maintaining certain strong cultural norms surrounding time, means and more. Most typically, TIA is thrown around with sarcasm and laughter when the old water pipes burst or [...]

One of the most fascinating things when traveling internationally is noting how different countries deal with the same things. Whether it’s going grocery shopping, driving the streets, eating food, interacting with people or other daily activities, each nation has their unique twists and headlines. Between all our travel we interacted with Holland, Ethiopia, Kenya, South [...]

Nicole in Cape Town at beach

I met Dee in Syracuse this past year as she was studying on the Fulbright Scholarship at Syracuse University. Right away, her approach to the work, others, the relationship between her and her husband, and the wisdom she imparted in a short time were like a breath of fresh air. I noted quickly, If I [...]


She arrived just a few minutes before dinner, so we went to sit and chat. We’d been waiting all week for her arrival, expecting it nearly a week ago, so her safe arrival was a welcome sight. It had taken her an entire week to make the journey from the camp to this sitting room, [...]

I know so many of the people that I love and count as friends are victims of trauma. It is innate in the very definition of a refugee. Yet it is so embedded in the community development worldview to not see them as victims. We (appropriately) see them as overcomers filled with untapped potential. But [...]

Beatrice and George hands raised

We walked past the shops crowded along the street side. A small slice of sidewalk passed along the front of them, cluttered with goods and people. It takes you only a short time of driving or walking in Africa to grow accustomed to the people knocking on your windows or blocking you path in an [...]