I know I have to stop looking at stuff about Haiti, but I feel guilty when I do. In the worst times after the federal levee failure, I had this feeling of "How DARE people be going on with their normal lives in other places?!" Now here I am, going to the doctor and making groceries while they bleed and starve. I have blogged. I have tweeted. I have ( Read more... )

The smacked and crumbled buildings, the people running or standing around dazed, the broken furniture lying in the street, the tweets direct from Haiti and from people with family there, hoping for any scrap of information ("19hr no sleep won't close my eyes until I hear something about my loveones in PORT-AU-PRINCE") -- it all looks so, so, so ( Read more... )