I can not stop thinking about the children in Haiti. This sounds a little bit intense, but I just want to know everything about how these children are surviving. 

Okay, glad I was able to drop that off my chesty.

I wish I had a job where it was me who was able to jump on a flight and go rock little haiti babys.  While the mothers told me about their fears, and I could speak and listen and stay up for days doing all the helping I can. 

This is not an option, so instead I wish I could write letters to them. they could write back. also not an option.

I am puzzled by what I can do to help these families, I will continue to research the horrible disaster. and think outside the box about what a woman with no cash dollars can do to help a million miles away.

hmmm.