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The softest whisper carries great power. I’ll never forget the way my Grandmother used to draw me close to her, place her mouth up against my ear and whisper in her delicate voice: “Reagan, you are my very favorite.” Year after year, over and over again, the power of her whisper was transforming. That simple […]

It was the part of the video footage when men would finally look away in revulsion and women would quietly gasp and involuntarily lift a hand to cover their mouths. For nearly a year we had been showing, to anyone who would watch, video clips from Svay Pak, Cambodia – a little village outside Phnom […]