Fear and Love in the Middle East
The moment my foot touched ground outside the train, I felt guilt, not relief. He knew. He knew I was scared of him. He knew why. And he knew he wasn’t a threat.
Walking towards the same goal
It's often bothered me when I hear people refer to the region somewhere between Africa, Europe, and China as "the Middle East" as if it is one homogeneous country. [...]
Carnivals, Goats, Gratitude & OFAC
With our powers combined....Crossing Lines. It's been a year and a half since I started planning the project that has become Crossing Lines. For more than a year [...]