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The Eviction of Cambodia’s People

Borei Keila is a community unlike that which I have ever seen. Over 200, broken up into various family units, occupy an area of land that can be no larger than the space taken up by two or three suburban home lots in California. These families live in small shacks – though I think to call them “shacks” would be a compliment – made of dark blue tarp cuttings, fringed and holed, and rice bags all tied together underneath rusted tin  roofs. There is no functioning plumbing, much less any running water, and no electricity unless a neighbor in the nearby complex offers to share a single far reaching black wire link for a short time. Yet two years ago, it was nothing like this.

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The Impact of Advocacy

When thinking of rural, developing communities located hours into the back country, the first things that come to mind usually have little to do with direct political advocacy or women’s rights issues. However, to our surprise – interwoven with the troubles of water sanitation, electricity access, farming practices and healthcare – that is just what we found.

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The Clothes We Wear: Pieces from Cambodia

When looking closely at the clothing and accessories we buy, it is easy to simply see a shirt, a belt, a knit sweater. Especially when walking through department stores lined with identical copies of everything you could want in every color you could imagine. Everyone has been there, it has become too easy to do and too difficult to avoid. What remains invisible, though, behind the rows of colors, fabrics, and stitches is the truth about the hands that made them, often left only to be identified by the simple “Made in ____” label. You can find nearly any country, take your pick.

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Village Landscape

The cold creeps in slowly throughout the night, waking you with fierce shivers before the sun has begun to shed its light on the horizon. Curling up tighter or shifting around is useless against this early morning chill, giving you no other option but to get up and seek relief by the fire outside. Read the rest of this entry »

Mountainside Monastery

They arrived in the still cool midmorning hours, driving in Atit’s faded forest green pickup truck, I think it was a Toyota, maybe an older 2001 model, though you’d think it was new based on how well he’d taken care of it. Opening the driver’s side door – from the right side rather than the left, something that even after 3 months I haven’t quite gotten used to – Atit came out to meet us, Tuan following to guide the shaky introductions between Thai and English. The plan was to slowly navigate our way out of Chiang Mai and make the two hour journey to Atit’s village located deep within the mountains directly opposite our city mangled view. Read the rest of this entry »

Southeast Asia Project Updates


In order to keep everyone in the loop about the progress of our projects and our future plans, we decided to put together a sort of mini-newsletter here detailing all of our work and how you can stay involved. Thank you again for all of your support over these past few months! Read the rest of this entry »

Learning English in Ban Nakhor

The car turned onto a warm, hastily paved road after following the sturdy highway outside of the city for what seemed to be at least a few hours. The pavement quickly became engulfed by loose gravel which itself became a red dust lined road, methodically connecting the village together in a manner resembling a tumbleweed, with thin overgrown alleyways connecting back to quiet streets and crowded homes.

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Sights of Suburbia

The buildings rise tall and jagged from the thin, ever crowded streets as they jut away from one another in all directions, leaving us walking through a well memorized maze. The walls at our sides – covered in peeling, dirty layers of years old multicolored paint – hold within them kitchens, bedrooms, shops and restaurants, exposed only by their opened windows and hefty clothes lines. Read the rest of this entry »

Rangoon to Bangkok

After a month of exploring the back drop of Myanmar – from its countryside to its cityscapes – we were welcomed back to Bangkok by a skyline filled with skyscrapers encased in an endless cloud of smog and hordes of vehicles slowly inching their way through the busy, haphazard streets of the hot mid-afternoon.

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Thadingyut and the Rights of Women

“Hello?… Hello?”, repeats over the loud speakers as a faceless voice checking a microphone echoes across the valley for nearly five minutes, receiving only a misty silence in response. It is just after four in the afternoon and this repetition had been going on all day followed by well choreographed intervals of chanting and celebratory songs, never pausing for more than a moment or so (day and night) for an impressive and excruciatingly long five days.

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