About John Marshall

John is a nine-time Emmy Award-winning TV producer and the author of the Random House release "Wide-Open World," a memoir about the six months he spent volunteering his way around the world with his family. Through his organization New Orphan Age, John now spends much of his creative time and talent working for orphan projects around the world. You can learn more about John at his website: www.JohnMarshall.com

Let It Flow

Christmas is three weeks away. Here at the Good Shepherd Agricultural Mission, holiday fever is in full swing. Christmas carols blare across the grounds every morning at 7 AM, and strings of colorful lights twinkle around every hostel at night. [frame style="modern" image_path="http://indianorphanage.com/io/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/water-April-and-lights.jpg" link_to_page="" target="" description="" float="" lightbox="http://indianorphanage.com/io/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/water-April-and-lights.jpg" lightbox_group="" size="two_col_large"] Children are decorating cards for


Hugs are good for you. If you have any doubt that this bit of deep wisdom is true, the bloggers of the world are here to remind you, offering a host of numbered lists that bloggers are addicted to writing. 7 Reasons why we should be giving more hugs 9 Reasons to hug and be


I leave the orphanage this afternoon. Five months to the day after arriving here, I’ll be heading to Delhi, flying to Southern India, and embarking on a ten-day orphanage tour with Clifton in Bangalore and Orissa. It should be an amazing experience and another eye-opening adventure, but it’s going to be hard to leave this

One Voice

I’ve always loved going in the recording studio. Working with professional musicians, seeing a song come together, collaborating on melodies and harmonies and arrangement options…I usually sit there with a massive grin planted on my face like a simpleton, feeling a little over my head (in a good way), and loving every second of the

Sponsor A Child

Growing up, I remember seeing a black and white picture of a Latin American boy on our refrigerator. In my memory, the boy is six or seven years old and his face is expressionless. He doesn’t smile or make me sad when I open the fridge for some milk. He just looks at me, like