Reflections

August 6, 2016

I spent this morning trying to scrub a stubborn stain off my kitchen floor. I was frustrated, scrubbing harder and harder, until...

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August 6, 2016

I remember sitting in a small kitchen in Amman, watching my grandmother prepare a dessert that required three days of waiting. She...

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August 6, 2016

There is a quiet language spoken before words are ever formed. It lives in the stillness of a gaze, a place where...

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