Amirah with a broken finger

My last post, about racism and confronting it within ourselves, generated a lot of argument here on the blog as well as amongst my Facebook friends. This one is not so heavy. I want to write about some of the awesome and amazing things I’ve learned from my two little monsters. So here goes:, Read More

No second chances

Posted on April 24, 2012 by

Sitting on the rooftop of the New Swedish Hostel, a sharp cool breeze cut through my shirt. I hunkered down and shivered. It was still fairly early in the morning, and a few moments before the haunting call of the muezzin had stopped. It was calm—there were no cars within earshot, and the normally, Read More