It was Sunday morning, and I woke with the thought, "Are we going to the airport or to church?" Because, you see, my friends Sharla, Lora, and Katie were maybe on the plane, and maybe resigning themselves to a day of fabric shopping in Dallas after which they would just go home. Things were pretty turbulent in Haiti that week. Also, Sharla's passport was going to expire a few days after her return ticket to the US, and she didn't know if they'd let her on the plane. We had a

{This post was written the first week of February. Yikes... guess it's outdated.} Thursday afternoon I got two calls, one from Zeze's brother and one from Zeze himself, with the same message. "Do not go home by the usual road!" Apparently some bandits thought it was a great idea to hijack some vehicles and block the bridge with them, plus burn tires and do all manner of other kinds of wickedness. So, Mom-in-law and I departed Blue Ridge to return to our homes by another way.