When we met, she was sitting on the curb in a parking lot, surrounded by bags of groceries. Her lined face was a story of decades, her hands curled up. The unrelieved black of her dress framed eyes that had…
Category: Stories
One year ago. We walked in the darkness, the glow of lights far away. The mosquitoes attacked if we sat too long, and so we walked. The night was damp, the seats surrounding Bahji covered in dew, the rocks less…
We went for a walk on Sunday near the river, and I found my frog prince (ok, he is a toad, but the principle applies). Unfortunately, he did not change into a human being. Mr. Toad was quite adorable, however. …
One day was filled with the white clouds the size of universes as we walked up (down) the hills. One day was seawater, digging toes in sand and smooth stones, not knowing how to speak to you. One day was…
One day in February, a few friends decided to take a walk after lunch.  Two young men and three young women took the stairs down the mountain, with no particular goal in mind. February in Haifa is warm during the…
Angela and Mike met on the train tonight. Mike was tall, with sunglasses shading his eyes at 1:00 am, his skin even darker against a ripped white t-shirt. Angela had sat down on the last empty seat. She had short…
Georgia in the springtime Magnolia trees Bell the hound dog Southern charm and art galleries Tennis and the swimming pool Bell was a bad-tempered dog. I mean, we grew up together, in some ways, so she wasn’t too mean to…
Minnesota I was born in a hospital on the Mississippi River…but I don’t remember that part of my Minnesota story. When I was one year old, we left this state, but it has always been a second home, on account…
my childhood is split into memories of many places early: South Carolina wrapped in memories of the ocean trees and hills playing in the red clay with lizards and toads Baha’i Feast with just two families (homefront pioneers) wrapped in…
The stinging, spicy aftermath of the largest salad she had ever eaten lingered on her lips and tongue. Blank pages stare at her hungrily. look around. One in the corner, with a calendar on her lap, the eraser end of…