Lesvos, Refugees, Uncategorized

Sink or Swim

I was consumed with my irritation, left eyebrow arched skyward, when we pulled off the main road onto a winding dirt path. As the car lurched forward over the uneven, rocky ground I brooded about what I could've lost had some one stolen my pack - which had been left behind by my friends; camera,… Continue reading Sink or Swim

Lesvos, Refugees

The Scent of Water

(Photo Credit: Tattooed Theologian) As a child I ran to the water, joyfully immune to its frigidity and unconcerned with its depths. My Aunt Pammy, a brash, fast-talking woman with a passion for cheetah print and astrology - would say it's because I'm a Cancer - a soul ruled by the moon's energy. Of course… Continue reading The Scent of Water