by Aria Killough-Miller “Can everyone halt?” Brayton asks. We pause from clearing lunch dishes and discussing afternoon tasks. He begins to sing “The Earth is Our Mother”. Having no idea

by Rachel Riani At the end of May, eight of my fellow classmates at Stonehill College along with two faculty members went on an H.O.P.E. (Honoring our neighbor, Organizing for

(in gratitude for a visit to Agape Community) by Marjorie Corbman In the morning light, thick as golden ribbons from the window to my eyes, I notice: my fingernails are

by Eric Martin Life in Charlottesville tends to normalize what may seem dramatic or outlandish elsewhere. Amidst the violence that has become synonymous with our town’s name on August 12

Ali Mahmood whom we have known since he arrived at Agape for a visit in 2007, graduated from high school, Another Course to College in Hyde Park and will go

by Jo Connelly It was 1983 and I was at Friends Meeting at Beacon Hill, having just settled into worship Sunday morning, when a man with a Quaker-looking beard stood

by Brayton Shanley and Suzanne Belote Shanley Jeanelle has been coming to Agape since her mother Teresa Wheeler carried her here in her womb.  Teresa has been a regular volunteer