By Amy A. This is how it goes. One of us walks through the door with a duct-taped box or a couple of not-currently-colored Walmart bags. We send the word throughout the building for everyone to leave their cleaning or food prep and come see our "new" donations. It's...

by Andrew  A few weeks ago, as I got out of my car, I was greeted by two of our kids waiting expectantly on the pavement of the parking lot next to #20. Now, I thought it was sweet that they were waiting for me to get to the PEACE Program, and I loved the hugs that...

by Larissa There’s this kindergartener. She’s about three and a half feet tall with wild ringlets. Creamy complexion. Big, dark brown eyes. She’s beautiful, lively, and rambunctious. And very practiced in the art of tantrum-throwing… We were in the middle of...

By Amy A. Peace is not what you think it is. Neither, most likely, is our afterschool program. These first couple of weeks of the school year have had me thinking on those facts—on the quiet, holy tenacity that peace is made of, and on what we are really all about at...