He Thought He Knew

He thought he knew. He didn't. Ten years passed. They weathered tempestuous seas those years, But each strike only strengthened them. The tears Dripped liquid, hardened, formed a solid cast, An anchor sure to hold their hearts, outlast The wildest raging of the sea, though fears Still mock. The fog that concealed truth now clears. … Continue reading He Thought He Knew

Places Where Flowers Bloom: Our Debt to the Poor

September 2014 We sat opposite each other on short, backless stools in Baatir’s backyard. A pair of well-worn shoes in hand, Baatir punctured another hole in the shoe’s rubber sole with an awl, hooked the piece of thread he carefully held on the inside of the shoe, and pulled it back out through the hole. … Continue reading Places Where Flowers Bloom: Our Debt to the Poor

A Western Woman in an Eastern Land

It is one of those summer evenings. The air is warm, there is a light breeze, and the temperature is just perfect. I am sitting on a concrete slab, probably making all the local grandmas that see me scream inside their heads that I am going to be sterile if keep sitting on cement. I … Continue reading A Western Woman in an Eastern Land