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/ Jo's Blog / October 2, 2012

Dasra – How I Got There In The First Place

This is the first of a series of posts on my experience in the Dasra Executive Education program for Social Entrepreneurs. I always thought we were a pretty well-run organization. Our staff was happy, our kids were happy, our funders were [...]

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/ Jo's Blog / September 30, 2012

A Man On A Train

One of the reasons I take photos is for the freeze frame. There is so much going on at any given moment it’s impossible to take it all in, even more impossible to do any of it justice, let alone honor. Photography reminds me of the hidden [...]

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/ Jo's Blog / September 17, 2012

Simple Human Kindness

When I was a kid, there was an older boy in our neighborhood whom we called “Pinhead.” I didn’t know him at all but, like everyone else, I thought it was clever to speak of him this way. Pinhead. Pinhead was a small person [...]

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/ Jo's Blog / September 15, 2012

In the beginning was the Word . . .

Incredible, heart-stopping and stunning though it sounds, we lost two children this week at the Latika Roy Foundation. I am writing here to try and make some kind of sense of two facts which simply make no sense at all, and cannot, perhaps, ever [...]

Jo

/ Jo's Blog / August 7, 2012

The Inner Lives of Children

Yesterday morning, 4-year old Lakshi woke early. The sun was streaming into the room she shares with her parents and older brother and a photo I had taken of them three years earlier – framed and mounted on the wall of their bedroom [...]

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/ Jo's Blog / August 5, 2012

A Walking, Talking Festival

“The house is so quiet,” Sarita said sadly, as I returned from the airport where I had gone to see Nutan off. We had looked forward to her visit for months and now – in a flash – it was over. How to describe the [...]

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/ Jo's Blog / August 3, 2012

Loving Hands At Home

People in wheelchairs are acutely conscious of their elbows. Those who push them from one room to another should be too. Sadly, they aren’t. So bruises, bumps and scrapes are pretty standard stuff. “Watch the elbows,” I say [...]