Post earthquake Haiti there was a lot of talk of Lespa fe viv [hope makes life] and lately I’ve been thinking about the concept of choosing hope. I don’t mean hope like wish or some wimpy thing in greeting cards. I mean hard-assed, real live, hard worked for hope. Watching completely traumatized kids be kids (if even for a moment) again, reminds me that wallowing in sadness/anger about the state of the world or even the state of our sometimes fractured community isn’t actually changing anything. I’m asking myself: if I thought of hope as a verb, what would that look like?