John sat at his desk. Drumming his fingers along the wooden table, he leaned back in the large chair. Boredom wouldn’t even begin to...

Imagine holding the hand of your sweet little four year old. You probably know lots of children around that age. Imagine walking down a...

Clutching the heavy books to her chest, Misty attempted to keep her balance. Gripping her school textbooks took the majority of her focus...

Why is modern-day slavery so rampant?? Why can't sex trafficking just slow down and stop altogether? What's the common denominator...

The year was 1991. I'll never forget the rude awakening. It was only three in the afternoon at the time. The brisk wind felt like a cold...

Clara wished that she was braver. She was the quiet girl in school. She was the one constantly overlooked and the invisible girl walking...

One picture. One simple picture changed my life forever. It's tricky, really. Balancing a job, juggling numbers every week, and keeping a...

Every thirty seconds a person enters into trafficking... Thirty seconds...worldwide... by the time you finish reading this blog, already...

What do nail polish and ending slavery have to do with each other? Painting your nails and setting captives free?  What can the...