Earlier this year, during the visitation by South African students, HFB students had a new opportunity. Students from both sides of the exchange spent the day at Jack Straw Studio recording poetry, monologues, and songs. We are thrilled to present just a few pieces here. Asithande: Bongi: Olivia: Shadrak: Save
You can see what we’ve been up to and all that we achieved last year by downloading our 2015 Annual Report! HFB 2015 Annual Report (1)
Over the course of the trip to South Africa, my cheek muscles hurt from smiling so much. You could say that it had to do with the weather–yes, I love the sun–but I think what was most significant was the wonderful people that surrounded me, taking me into their homes, and just accepting me for…
Northern Ireland is exactly how you would picture it. The cliffs are as gorgeous and jaw-dropping as the pictures, the fields and countrysides are as green as the shamrocks so commonly thought of, and the people are as confusing and delightful as any story has ever told. Let me begin by telling you this…
Hands for a Bridge was honored to host a day of education, laughter and learning on October 22 by hosting the play Sonny Sixkiller Buys the Washington Redskins. This exciting live production by Native American playwright, Darrell Hillaire, was shown last year to an enthusiastic audience at the Moore Theatre and joined us again to Seattle…
I was raised to be colorblind. One person is the same as another, but being equal in one place is different than in another. Distinct views separate cultures, not one alike. Some are looked down upon as people of lower class and value, lesser humans. In the South, my mom grew up with these views…
Both groups spent a wonderful two weeks in either Northern Ireland or South Africa. Our trips were both extremely valuable experiences, and full of personal growth. The trips were very unique and different from each other while at the same time they had a lot of things in common. Each trip group came back enriched,…
I can see the ocean. I can see the vast, endless ocean, and maybe, just maybe, I can see the rest of my life. I can see the future swaying in the branches of the trees, alighted on a rare cloud, and blowing past me in the wind. My future terrifies me. Sliding off the…