You Can Read Over My Shoulder, But You Can’t Come Along
In the shuttle bus to the airplane, I break into scraps of conversational Turkish with a group of teenage boys from Kahramanmaraş. Even the boldest among them–a boy with smooth … Continue reading
March 12, 2012 · 11 Comments
Dinner Shift
The man and small boy park their cart and are waiting to be of service. Early in the evening, they sit on a step outside a long-abandoned barbershop. Huge posters … Continue reading
November 16, 2011 · 4 Comments
The Nice Thing About Strangers…
…is that they are full of beautiful stories. Daily gifts.
September 16, 2011 · Leave a comment
