I recently wrote an essay which appeared in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram:
NALERIGU, Ghana -- At home in the United States, we take thousands of photographs of our children -- so many, in fact, that some of us wonder how we'll ever organize them on our computers. We cover the walls of our homes with framed portraits of our kids. We never want to forget the way their chubby cheeks looked when they were 2 and fit easily into our arms.
But women in Northern Ghana don't have cameras, much less photographs. Some don't even know what they look like, really. Girls such as Amina Ibrahim, whose mother died giving birth, will never know what their mothers looked like.
When I learned about these women without photos, I couldn't bear the thought. So on a recent mission trip, I made it my own mission to help them document their precious families.
Read more, here.