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She was tall, she wore a tattered yellow sari with green trim on the edges. Her too thin arms hung on her long frame, a melodic jangle accompanied her when she walked into the dark examination room generated by the bangles on her too thin wrists.
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It was one of my last days in Lesvos. I had just finishing meeting with a handful of representatives from various humanitarian organizations.
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I've been trying to figure out how to articulate what it feels like to be here on this delegation. I’ve come up with a rather unlikely comparison, but one that fits nonetheless.
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My relationship with Israel has been long and evolutionary. Growing up as a Jewish child, Israel to me was an inherently Jewish country, universally accepted as so, where people ate hummus and spoke a language I only barely knew how to read.
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I wasn’t sure if I’d be lucky enough during my time on Lesvos, but I was able to witness a birth! I didn't know if I’d get the chance while I was here, because although many pregnant women come through Lesvos, they are only here for a few hours or at most a day. 


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Hi - Live from Greece! I have been struggling with where to start… I am quite convinced I am not going to say anything to change anyone’s mind about the politics of this crisis, nor do I have any solutions to offer.
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My first two weeks in country involved traveling to an adjacent province called Las Minas, west of Waspam, with a delegation from Wangki Tangni, COHI’s community-based host organization.
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I am not a fan of first impressions.  I find they have more to do with me than with the other person or situation!  After a week at Bumi Wadah, I have ideas rolling around. After living in Korea and spending months in Sierra Leone, I see many contrasts and many similarities.  


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I’ve been working in global reproductive health for almost 20 years — gulp — and I thought I had a pretty good sense of the parts that are hard for me, where my emotional boundaries lie.
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Immediately arriving to the airport in Port-au-Prince, Haiti I had a feeling that stuck with me during my five weeks abroad: I was completely overwhelmed. To attempt to truly describe this feeling is like having all of your senses working at full capacity at the same time.


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I’m the kind of person who envisions their goals and what they would like to accomplish, and then takes the most presumed, direct path to get to where I’d like to go. I am motivated and inspired by my passions, though I am entirely risk averse and tend to choose the most obvious and traditional – safe - route in following what moves me.
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I was alone in labor, as we are in life. There is no one else who can do this living, birthing, for us. Yet I had as a constant companion my husband’s hands.


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