Sex trade in Philadelphia…alive and well

Last night, I had wine with friends at a Center City wine bar after the fireworks. Across the street from this fancy pants wine bar there were prostitutes.  Apparently the corner across from where I was sitting is where the “training” happens.  I can’t–or don’t want to–comprehend what that means.  What I do know isContinue reading “Sex trade in Philadelphia…alive and well”

The faces of Philadelphia

The other night, as I was driving home from my friends’ house, way too late, reality smacked me in the face like a 2×4.   You see, I have no rose-colored glasses when it comes to what goes on in the city.  I know that, on a Friday night at 4 AM, there are aContinue reading “The faces of Philadelphia”

My take on Taken

DISCLAIMER: If you’ve yet to see the movie and don’t want to know details, STOP READING NOW.  Consider yourself warned. Taken was a great movie.  You can see the trailer here. I was fully invested in the movie from the start.  It certainly has the capacity to raise awareness of human trafficking.  The action scenes wereContinue reading “My take on Taken”

Yeah, prostitution should be legal

Everytime I hear an argument for prositution being legalized, it makes me want to slap that person into reality.  99.9% of women do NOT check off prostitution as a career choice.  Places where sex-for-sale is legal are hubs for human trafficking. Get your head out of the sand and think. Would you want your daughter/niece/sister/motherContinue reading “Yeah, prostitution should be legal”

Silence is not complacency

Apparently, the fact that I blogged against child slavery pissed someone off.  They called me a curse word.  I have a word to say.  Whatever. I know I’ve been silent on human trafficking, child slavery and the sex trade for a while now.  Frankly, I don’t know what to say.  The subject makes me…emotional toContinue reading “Silence is not complacency”

It’s Friday night, and

Somewhere, not far from where you and I live, there is a child that is being raped…I mean prostituted to any bidder. Somewhere, not far from where you and I live, there is a woman who has been kidnapped, brought to a foreign land under false pretenses, and is being forced to have sex withContinue reading “It’s Friday night, and”

More questions than answers

I am becoming consumed with human trafficking.  I want to make a difference.  I want to be a part of helping to set the captives free.  I have a lot of ideas to help families get out of poverty so that they have an option other than selling their children into slavery.   What perplexesContinue reading “More questions than answers”

Unsettled

A question was asked today on Anne Jackson’s blog…would you die for someone’s freedom?  My answer to this question is, I believe, the root of my unsettledness.   I remember being seven years old, sitting on the olive green wool rug in my room when I first had a dream of being a missionary.  I’veContinue reading “Unsettled”