I am not sure what blinding light my mother saw as a small child, but her future was much darker than whatever caused her to squint up at the sky as she stumbled across a …
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You Go, I Go
I used to be a firefighter. And among the many important moments I had in the fire academy, two come to mind. The first was when I acknowledged the fact that there was a very real possibility I could die …
No Exceptions (A Visit from Yellow-Yellow)
Arabs aren’t people, they say.
I delight in this for I have seen
What people do. I do not
Want to be among them.
Let me die an Arab, a sore
Animal hungry for God—
Or any measure of Grace.…
