A reflection by Beth Some days for all the difficult stories, struggles, pain, disappointments that we experience, that we hear on a weekly basis… the redemptive moments peek through like the trees on the side of buildings here, like the...
Written by Sheila Yoder I went home this summer for my brother’s wedding. The days leading up to leaving when I was telling the Sari Bari ladies I was going home were the days that I have yet cherished the...
A guest post by Kyle Schroeder, friend of Sari Bari, about his Freedom Drive When I was a kid The General Lee came to my hometown with the circus. It was then that I learned there were more than 200...
A reflection by Melissa We’ve been here since 10 am. A day at Sari Bari is full. Full of work, laughter, stories, the radio in the background, tea time, problems to solve, jokes, the occasional spontaneous dance party, lunch break...
A Reflection by Brooke (Katha is the Bengali word for a hand quilting saris) In India, people are accustomed to sitting on the floor to cut vegetables, to play a few rounds of cards, to sell goods in a shop...
A reflection by Melissa One of the things that is very life-giving to me is visiting the red-light area near our business. I know that seems strange. I don’t understand it myself – but when I sit in those rooms...
