On Open Houses and Choice in a Foreign Tongue

It is early in the morning. She rests her head against my shoulder, twisting her body around in an attempt to find a comfortable position. I sit as still as I can, knowing she will turn again and again until we finally get there. I’ve learned to be the rock she circles; forever keeping me … Continue reading On Open Houses and Choice in a Foreign Tongue

Mourning my Son with no Name

The flutters intensify every year as we light the last candle. Eight flames burning is the signal; the moment we start counting down the week until our baby’s birthday, three days before his death. This year, my womb contracted wildly with the news of another boy torn from his mother too early… too violently. I held my … Continue reading Mourning my Son with no Name

A Million Shades of Green

I’m like Garfield, just different, she says as she pulls on Freddie Mercury’s orange fur, baiting him. I like lasagna, but I hate Sundays. She laughs as Freddie pounces. I don’t bother disciplining her about the cat again. Their love is wild and free-spirited. Plus, she likes the way he makes her look like a … Continue reading A Million Shades of Green


In between war and peace, there is a space where words like ceasefire float around as though they mean something more than pause. For me, a ceasefire is like a Stage IV cancer diagnosis. You know it’s something you’re going to have to deal with. You just don’t know how long you have to brace … Continue reading Ceasefire

I Know How You Feel

Sometimes I say 'I know' and I don't.  Not really. I don't always know how everything feels. I like to think I can relate...but no one ever really can. Sure, I'm sympathetic, it's easy to be. But rarely do I KNOW, with my heart. This time, I KNOW. I know what you're feeling right now. … Continue reading I Know How You Feel

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

I am too tired...too tired of writing about the pain...every damn year... I am too tired of defending this land...speaking up for her... But I can't remain silent... Because my heart still beats... And other hearts still are silenced... By hatred...by fear... By those who would like to see my drowning arms flail in a … Continue reading Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Our Dying World

The world is bleeding. She is heaving her last breath...convulsing in pain...as she tries to heal wounds she doesn't know how to lick. She has been beheaded...stabbed...shot... She had been blown to bits...burned alive...ravaged... She has been raped...sold...defiled... She has been trampled on...spit on...stoned... She has been through every imaginable torture...and even more unimaginable deceits... … Continue reading Our Dying World

Skin Deep

"Imma," she says in her 'I'm going to tell you something incredibly insightful now so you better stop what you're doing and focus and make sure your phone is on hand to record this' voice, so naturally, I turn. "I know you're not going to believe this, so I'm telling you now you have to … Continue reading Skin Deep

Intifada: Take Three

Today, I was on a bus.  And I had my headphones on because I like to listen to music on the bus. But the driver... He was in a bad mood...and I couldn't tell why. I didn't know if it was because he had a fight with his wife...forgot his lunch at home...had to go … Continue reading Intifada: Take Three