(5 august 2014) Plump, juicy grapes seemed like an oxymoron to the situation I found myself in. But oxymorons were becoming a strange way of life in Palestine. I found myself thinking deeply about grapes as I stood on the hill and popped another in my mouth. It’s sweetness engulfed my tastebuds and my dry … Continue reading Plump, juicy grapes.
Little L stares up at me and hastily pushes back the curls forever in her eyes. Her face speaks of consternation; dedication; fervor. I know exactly what she wants. “BATH. Telephone-ee!” It’s a stand off, and I won’t cave in. Little C, the youngest and arguably the spunkiest of the three girls at home—ages 2, … Continue reading The music of home