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November 25, 2014

What are you thankful for?

During this season of gratitude, we give thanks for all the good things that a Habitat house represents in the life of a family.

More Posts from the Habitat World Blog

March 14, 2011

Investing in success

There is an allure about Cambodia that is difficult to articulate. This country has suffered the ravages of war. But rather than dwelling on all that was broken, Cambodia has moved on and is embracing change and challenge with vigor and optimism.

March 8, 2011

ReStore helps revive hope

I was searching for a job to get back into the retail industry when I came across a post from Habitat Buffalo. I was excited because I knew this was a golden opportunity to use my professional skills while contributing to a mission that was much greater than me.

February 28, 2011

Catastrophes cease to be catastrophes when we partner

The first, most significant challenge was that our national office in Santiago had also been affected by the earthquake. Thankfully, we had the capacity to return to work in three days.

February 21, 2011

How Habitat came to be part of the Stone Soup comic strip

Since its debut in 1995, my comic strip Stone Soup has grown from 25 newspapers in the U.S. to 250 around the world. When I started the strip, I was a working mother looking for a way to support her kids from home.

February 14, 2011

An exciting investment opportunity

In the first issue of Neighborhood Stabilization Program funds for the state of Washington, Tacoma rated first and unincorporated Pierce County rated second for number of foreclosures per capita.

February 8, 2011

Twenty-four reasons to “whoosh up”

“Whooshing up” is a term detailed in the new book All Things Shining by philosophers Hubert Dreyfus and Sean Dorrance Kelly. It refers to the welling up of emotion, the extreme highs and intense sense of well-being that can occur at, say, a sporting event.

January 31, 2011

A chance to reconnect in Tajikistan

In 2006, I hunched in the front seat of a small but hardworking Soviet-era antique rattling its way up a hill in the city of Khujand. As we passed unfinished block apartments, I caught glimpses of people squatting in spaces that can only be described as concrete caves.

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